Katya (2)

Katya (2)

She is an honest model in
That world of vain display –
Made up to pose for pictures
Off in Paris or Calais

She’s treated like a cufflink
By the men she sometimes dates;
Rich guys who she makes look good
Like their Benz’s or estates

She wants real love and passion,
Not to be some work of art:
My fear is that she’ll settle
For all money and no heart

Because she think that’s normal
For the people in her biz;
She’s trapped inside the limits
Of who she’s long thought
She is

On Reading Plato’s “Crito”

Dear Crito, now, suggests that I should go.
I cannot do this, for it would be wrong;
And though I know the ship arrives ere long,
I’ll stay and live the only life I know.

The life I’ve lived since I was in my youth;
To hold my head up high, and daily walk,
To never from my duty run or balk,
And live that I might only seek the truth