Digits That Count
When Rome ruled the world,power was king,
A freedman proudly unveiled his iron ring;
In later years of olde,
The forefinger,the preference of the bold;
The middle by the prudent and discrete
Such dignity now appears polite & so effete;
A loop upon the littlest,show a masterful mind,
The circlet on the third,one of a different kind;
Love& affection,wed as one,to bind & then remind.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007
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