The Slave Laughs At The King’s Jewels (Poem)

and in your time of glory,

be it a public triumph with roaring crowds

or a small glance at a crafted ring,

where do you go?

dip deeply into life’s pleasures and sorrows,

seeking to outrun the whisper of mortality?

memento mori, so live to the limits?

measure your days with careful judgement and thoughtful speech,

the better to hold lightly to this life?

gam zeh yaavor, so consider consequences?

either way, you die.

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