Icarus ignored advice
And flew too near the sun.
His wings of wax began to melt
And soon his flight was done.
Since I am here at altitudes
Which cause the skin to bake,
I should look back to Icarus
And not make his mistake.
By slathering the sunscreen on
Or staying in the shade,
I could prevent the tragic error
Icarus had made.
Yet sitting on the terrace
With the Rockies smack in view,
I'm soaking up the sunshine
Which I know I shouldn't do.
I won't stay very long out here.
I'm sure I won't get burned;
But now I see why humans
Don't absorb what they have learned.
The lessons gleaned from history
Or myths provide advice,
So easily ignored until
We mortals pay the price.
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