Sonnet 140

Why do I muse on tales of the past,
Those proven bitter barren days of old;
Of this proclivity, I must therefore ask
If time should gild all memories gone with gold?
Why do I dwell on lofty times of yore
When brutish should yet best describe their state?
What glory there in ladies and their lords
When to some tyrant king their fealty waits?
What have I learned from searching storied time,
Save steel is strong and that the flesh is weak;
That power corrupts and ever is the crime
Perpetuating bondage of the meek?
From history past, we shape what future brings,
To stay free men, and not the slaves of kings.

 

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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