Comprehension is a toothed saw.
That cuts through the ignorance door.
But its only a simple tool.
Bought and used by many a fool.
It is a wondrous amalgam,
That can show a way to Edam.
But few people follow its worth,
To the open path of rebirth.
Books are but a knock on the door,
It gives you a route and nothing more.
It is an element of bare.
It is an factor of care.
It is a look, a touch, a view,
It is most ancient, nothing new.
It's a gathering of your plumb,
It is the whisper of freedom.
It's not the vital of what is known,
But the acceptance of the unknown.