[This poem is dedicated to all those who continually strive to create their own halo of contrived humility and pedastals for themselves].
If you think you have a halo,
Kindly share your natural goodness,
Forgive those who are oh so shallow;
People will not grudge your kindness.
Chasing shadows in dark alleys,
Sheds no light on your fears;
You think blaming others for their follies-
Will make you look superior?
While you profess to learn and teach-
I’m left wandering what that might be:
Do you practice what you preach,
Or let your halo do the mystery?
The certainty of life gives no pain,
Your Peter’s Principle should stand to gain;
After all, what’s Parkinson’s without work-
Than to observe those who shirk?
The reward’s not just your beatific face;
Nor even the coup-de-grace-
God’s people reside in peace;
So don’t jump off the precipice!
Floating five inches above the ground;
Or resting six feet beneath it,
However depressing it might sound,
Your halo might just be a myth!
Copyright © SC
25th November 2006