At age 13, I discovered music,
when I learn to play guitar.
It became my great catharsis,
unrivaled still this far.
At age 14, I discovered knowledge,
through history’s thinking men,
Einstein, Freud and Darwin,
are among those I commend.
At age 16, I discovered business,
with my first enterprise,
A great success, why acquiesce,
to some lesser man’s complies?
At 17, I discovered relationships,
with my first long-term girlfriend.
Monogamy, I fear it’s not,
something I’ll try again.
At 18, I discovered travel,
on my first great expedition,
I vowed that seeing every country,
would be my life’s ambition.
At 19, I discovered foreigners,
and almost took an Asian bride,
50 flags and counting still,
…I’m still not satisfied.
At 20 years, I discovered languages,
so hard when I was young,
Then I learned the way to learn,
now I speak in several tongues.
At 22, I discovered game,
after years of sweat and struggle,
I’ve never known a dry patch since,
now many hearts I juggle.
At 23, I discovered writing,
with a work I undertook.
And after two years toiling,
I published my first book.
At 25, I discovered education,
with my passion of world nations,
and now I am of a Master
of International Relations.
Now 26, I’ve discovered virtue,
and walk the way of men,
I’ve joined the gym, to hone my skills,
with sword as well as pen.
Throughout my life, what I’ve discovered…
is one enduring feature:
a life of learning is a life lived whole,
with death, our final teacher.
A poem by Mark Zolo