Equanimity in Quarter Time

With careless pride and fearless, too
Of what the angered Gods might do,
He soared so high, so high and fast,
The gates of Paradise flew past.

"You should not, cannot keep me out,"
He laughed a prideful, boastful shout.
He soared too high to hear Their reply,
He soared and soared - he soared too high.

Came at last the worst of his fears,
A rainbow though stayed his tears.
He was tearless then for a vow
And was tearless still - until now.

With clipped and heavy wings
His prideful heart still sings.
But then, his vehicle above,
Is now, the mechanism of his love.


Copyright 1985 Louis J. Rose All Rights Reserved.

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