Eshitemi

In the heart of a village, where whispers roam,

Lived a man named Eshitemi, wise to the bone.

With a gaze serene, and a voice so clear,

He preached of life's purpose, loud and near.

"Eshitemi," they asked, "pray, what do you mean?"

He smiled and replied, "Life's purpose is seen

In the passing of knowledge, from old to young,

A legacy of wisdom, from every tongue."

Through the cycles of seasons, he'd often say,

"We're but vessels of learning, day by day.

For what good is wisdom if kept to oneself?

It's in sharing, dear friends, that we truly delve."

With each sunrise painting the sky with gold,

Eshitemi's words, like stories untold,

Echoed in the hearts of those who would heed,

The call to pass on, to nurture the seed.

From the cradle to grave, his mantra did spread,

In the laughter of children, in the words unsaid.

For Eshitemi knew, in his humble strife,

The essence of life was in sharing life.

So let us remember, in moments grand,

That the legacy we leave, in earth and in sand,

Is not measured in riches or fame alone,

But in how we pass on what we've known.