The Death of Socrates

The Death Of Socrates What reasoning has brought you to this place where death destroys your gift of sanctity? Before the fall of night, and in disgrace yes, all those hating you, shall make it be; they'll label you confused right to your end corrupter of all teachers of the truth convincing all the world, you have no friend, and die for untold sins against our youth. Your good and bad has brought you to despair; all indecisiveness in what you think, the crown upon your head, where once was hair outshines the goblet from which you now drink. How can you bear the hemlock in such style, almost as if the world can see you smile? © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet