It is better to live among wolves than
with a thankless child!
There is no peace in a tempest—
Such a child will pluck out your eyes,
and darkness and devils follow their shadows.
For their words are sharper than a wolf’s tooth…
But the loving child, the thankful
one, s/he must be alert too, to her siblings lest she ends up being a bird in a
cage, for being the loving one!
Or worse, the last sound of the last
trumpet.
And both names forevermore lost.
Such a thankless child, cracks
heaven’s vaults.
((#1172 story) (#5355-poems)) 10-7-2016
Insights gathered from the play ‘King Lear’ by Shakespeare
