A Tome of Poems: Icarus

ICARUS

Man is borne, bipedal and grounded

The fowls of the air, winged and airborne

Man tills the ground to be fed

The birds soar, feasting under the sun.

Man evolved, civilizations formed

He learnt to build, he learnt to destroy

Man strives as much to be a god

He forgets his beginnings as a boy.

Remember Icarus, dauntless but unwise

Went too close, never to fly again

Man should fill shoes his own size

Over-ambition is a mile away from been insane

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