The Ides of March

The Ides of March comes the day after Pi day
Whether it falls on a Tuesday or Friday.
It was always this way and forever will be
Yet somehow it seems most peculiar to me
That a day of betrayal should follow so close
After one that is so very far from morose.
I wonder if Caesar, that day just begun
Took a moment to look to the glorious Sun.
Did he stop for a moment and ask himself why
As he gazed at that bright shining orb in the sky
The ratio formed by its rim to its height
Is always unchanging from morning till night?
For some laws are eternal, when Gods so decree
And try as we might we can’t change what will be
Or did he just think to himself “I am late!”
As he rushed to the Senate, and so met his fate?

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