Damocles
Sit under the sword
That hangs by a thread
And you may find out
What Damocles said
“My life is in check
And makes me unsure
A terrible wreck
Insoluble cure”
But ordinary life
No difference or sage
A book to endure
How many the page
And danger exist
Around every turn
A fire of time
The book may well burn
So sit in his place
What difference to make
When thread to consider
We all must partake
And biding of time
The sword may well fall
If by fate design
Some cardinal hall
Copyright © Reid Galler | Year Posted 2011
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