Trying to be the sage

As frustrations grow around me, I am working on being the sage from this Hafiz poem. I hope to have to duck my head soon.

For the prisoners

For the prisoners


The small man
Builds cages for everyone
He knows.
While the sage,
Who has to duck his head
When the moon is low,
Keeps dropping keys all night long
For the
Beautiful
Rowdy
Prisoners.
– Hafiz