We hear about the ministers of state their red and purple ornaments of rank their limitless wealth and countless honors their quest for glory their resistance to shame their courtyards of slaves and stables of horses their vaults full of silver and gold but a fool's paradise is brief consolation for someone who blindly builds his own hell he suddenly dies and all plans stop sons and daughters gather to cry unaware of approaching disaster what was his headlong hurry his family is ruined and scattered without any food to eat cold and hungry and wretched and all because of ignorance | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LYRICS TO IANTHE (2). LAMENT by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE SCORPION by WILLIAM PLOMER LINES TO A NASTURTIUM (A LOVER MUSES) by ANNE SPENCER THE DESTINY OF GENIUS by MARIA ABDY LINES by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |