Dare we complete the traditional maze
and try to emerge unscathed?
Hazards prove great, deter us for days–
a hindrance if you haven’t bathed.

A sphinx will appear and offer a rhyme
believing to confound us all,
we’ll look like we sucked on the sourest lime,
but our answer will make the beast fall.

It takes all of our courage to climb up
to the god of unreasonable fate,
and if we can just get to that old gilded cup,
we can probably found our own state.

Luxurious fame will belong to our names,
beloved wherever we go.
We’ll sing national anthems at baseball games
and watch our great legacy grow.


Author: Aidan Badinger

Wharved.com I am a poet. I write poems. Titles and subjects and subsequent readership are all part of one fragmented figment of our universe, and it's nice that we take it so seriously. Hopefully the craft remains and grows stronger for our children.

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