Socrates For His Parents And His Wife Poem by Joseph S. Josephides

- Socrates, can you stand Xanthippe? I wish she was blind
and you were deaf. Say a word, she casts many thunders,
if you forget or come home late throws dirty waters to you,
no laundry, once she hit you causing you colour blindness.

- Having this I can’t distinguish gold from a round cake.
Have I a hole on my tunic, she roars, so I learn stitching,
also I withstand cold, bitter, sweets, hemlock, sophists.
I can love even my enemies! Why not such a spouse,
who threw a demon in me, and stimulates me to proceed?

- Did your mum look after your? Your dad, the hewer?

- My mum taught me to bring painfully the truth in life,
my dad how to carve the souls and human passions
parents and wife told me not to be defeated by a bad luck,
so I keep smiling hence I have a face not so awfully ugly.

Cut short your cloak and opulence not to trample and fall,
yes, I’m a horsefly stinging to wake you in a field of truth;
If you become citizens of World, close to God, you’ll see
the earth from the space, with plenty, pure, bright colours.
If you test my colour blindness, you’ll understand that all
are equal with no colour, a peacock with any plain bird.




© JosephJosephides