The Word
ONE WORD WEDNESDAY
THE REWARD
'Virtue is its own reward'!
What a Victorian saying!
I hear the words of a stern Mama
When offspring suggest straying.
What a very different age it was!
And, oh, how times have changed!
Say it to anyone young today
And they'll think you are deranged!
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DISCO BALL
The disco ball is hanging by a thread,
If it falls we'll very certainly be dead;
If it shatters into countless little pieces
We will be gone as well as all life ceases.
It's twirling merrily glinting in the light,
Blues and greens a positive delight.
We dance thoughtlessly, skittering our feet,
Warming-up the ball with our body-heat,
A disco-ball is a thing of little worth,
But what if that ball were called
The Earth?
