A Poem--The Age of the Scholar

I have not written poetry for years. But wrote this one this morning.
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The Age of the Scholar
The Age of the Scholar nears its end,
Though it ended long ago
And continues unabated.

Of leisure it is born,
Though necessity it drives
And reality it creates.

Our wealth is near an end,
Though rarely was she rich
And he not so concerned.

The stars are still as bright,
Though not as often seen
And just as visible.

The Age of the Scholar nears its end,
For life has its demands
And the nobler truths rarely sought.