I recall a visit to the Pythia at Delphi
To ask the mouthpiece of Apollo
Whether I should enter the games.
The Discus, my favourite named!
The reply was quite unexpected
Being full of pride I was dejected!
I was told to practice my swing.
Despite the god not being with me …
I decided to try my uncertain luck
No laurel, I lost despite my pluck,
For coming nowhere near the winner.
I should have taken the Pythia’s advice!
I tried again, after 3000 years, I waked,
Practiced hard until my arm ached
But I should have listened within
As I lost yet again! Will I ever learn?
Well, in this life I leave it to the young
For other discs begin to fill my life
Some hang in the garden to scare
The birds from ripening grapes.
Old CD discs flashing in the sun
Hanging like the accolades I never won,
But there are other discs in all our lives
Which seem to parade as moving lights.
They followed us back from France one time
Just ahead at night, all the way back home.
The invitation still stands there my friends
Perhaps when moving you’ll give us some hands?
There are the other discs though hidden away
Holding memories and data of distant days,
And what would we do without Ram cores
Like crystals of old, solid state stores!
© David Tenneson 2015.