On The Shelf
Some follies
So simple are they
That they are the same to a man in Leeds
As they were to an Emperor far away
How common place to not be able to see
The friend who loves thee
And is eager to support thee
This folly can multiply many times
Till to an abundance of love thou art blind
There are in truth those that would hurt you
But the worst of those is thyself
Oh young Oracle!
Just because you wish to rule thyself
Does not mean
That thou must remain on the shelf!
Povey 2017