Belshazzar saw the writing on the wall
The words predicted death and so it came
The mightiest king is not preserved from falls
Is there wisdom in the deep that calls
True scholarship is hard , to name unnamed
Belshazzar saw the writing on the wall
Even blatant evil, none appals
We have no reverie, we have no time
The mightiest king ‘s no safer with his gold
Counted,weighed,divided, aren’t we all?
The words in Aramaic were no rhyme
Belshazzar saw the grave there on his wall
Once old ladies smiled knit infants shawls
They had joy though death came wandering by
The King of Babylon deserved his fall
Being alive seems near to a great crime
God may die yet love burns its small flame
Belshazzar learned the writing on the wall
The humbler people are, the less the fall6th Dec 2019Posted inethics, poetry, reflections, Thinkings and poems, villanelleLeave a commenton We have no reverie, we have no timeEditWe have no reverie, we have no time
Problem pupils
What shall I do with a dilated pupil?
a) Send them to the Headmaster
b} Give them a shrinking glance
c) Look away
d) Go to an Eye Clinic
e} is she having a baby? How can you see her cervix? Are you a doctor?
My glasses are reading any advice?
A} You have schizophrenia
B} You are a witch
C} You need an eye test
D) They are a surveillance device.Throw them in the bin
My lenses are plastic
a} You have had cataract surgery
b} You are deluded
c} They are ruining the environment.Hide them if you can get them out of your eyes
4} You want attention.? Ask for a glass eye next time
How my heart sings 