Ambitious Icarus Too

Ambitious Icarus Too

 
Fine, feathered wings of carnauba;
Protected from the heat by glass.
 
The son of Icarus had thought it through:
“I will not suffer from being so crass!”
 
Surpassing the point of father’s failure,
A strange thought came across his mind.
 
Too late to turn around he realized,
Glass is made from melting sand.
 
The heat got high and melted fine,
The covering of glass so neatly planned.
 
Not shielded now from the sun’s great heat,
Wings of wax no more, beguiled in defeat.
 


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