Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Equality
Equality The king is dead, long live the king So those heraldic angels sing. Here lies he, in princely state, Mortal man, to whom his fate, Death that leveler of us all, Cares not for goods, for wherewithal. No difference makes, for rank, or status. Keeps for each, this forced hiatus. What use now those jewels, that wealth? Lost is that youth, that life, that health. Our time is precious, borrowed must Be handed over. We to dust.
a sombre reminder to all the princely and pompous; love that ‘forced hiatus’ 🙂
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Thank you John! 🙂
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It’s good to be reminded every now and then what awaits us all in the end!
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It’s an old theme, which bears repetition I feel!
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Well said and equally well written, Hobbo!
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Thank you Ingrid!🙂
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Checkmate, Everyone’s end game.
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Wouldn’t it be an amazing world if we truly had equal opportunities.🙂
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Yes it would.
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Excellent piece.
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Thank you sir.
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That’s a great poem. Loved it.
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Thank you Vinny!
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Amen.
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