PORTIA

PORTIA

A Poem by shangala
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The will of my father

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 PORTIA

I may choose neither,
So is the will of a living me,
By the will of a dead father,
I can not choose one nor refuse none.

Gold;
"Who chooseth me shall gain what many men desire."

Silver:
"Who chooseth me shall have as much as he deserves."

Lead:
"Who chooseth me must give and hazard all the hath."

You must take your chance,
Either not to attempt all,
If you choose wrong,
Swear never to speak to a lady afterward...

Otherwise, hanging and wiving goes by destiny.


© 2014 shangala


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shangala
shangala

Eldoret, Rift Valley, Ireland



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