Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree (Poems)

All that is Greek to Me

To succumb as did Socrates,

poisoned by hypocrisies,

and disregarded philosophies,

must I make peace with my mediocrities?

Am I enslaved to Euripedes,

a servant to Sophocles,

a traveler in tragedies,

fated to a future of futility?

Or like the ill-conceived bumble bee,

a waxy-winged Icarus cast into the sea,

or the golden-tongued Demosthenes,

will truth forever my guiding sun be?

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