Classic Poem

Little we know how it is, nothing we know of the why,
Simply we shuffle, the road leads to the end of the earth.
Everything kicks us. We learn, and those who quit learning must die,
But the learning is all of the road and unriddles no riddle of birth.

The stars in their courses may set, the stars in their courses may rise,
We look at them and say nothing, not knowing their why or ours;
Only sometimes we feel there is beauty in all those eyes
Whether that beauty mocks or blesses our ways and hours.

But the wisdom we learn of the road, of folks that take and that give,
The virtue of defiance or love, though its cry be a mortal cry,
In this alone we find faith and by this alone we can live
Till the unquiet stars quit trooping the twilit road of the sky.