Like a Stoic

The transient pleasures of life,
How cool they seem to be had:
If only they lasted forever,
Forever would I be glad.
The transient mishaps of life,
How cruel they seem to be had:
If only they lasted for good,
Forever would I feel bad!
But the eternal good in life,
Is the Wisdom that with it cometh:
Temperance and Courage in difficulties,
And the service of Justice beyond loyalties!
The eternal bad in life is vice:
The vicious pursuit of things unjust, unkind;
It spits fire when ices suffice,
And suffocates the heart and poisons the mind.

Hipparchia

The queen of wisdom
And the shatterer of norms,
The calm treader
Despite the storms!
The one full of disdain
Of a society stuck in the past,
For undeserved primal pain
Of status quo's broken mast.
Hipparchia, you beautiful being,
An inspiration to many a soul,
You broke the glass ceiling,
With wisdom and not a ball-
Fame and riches: never your goal-
Now shall you live forever in fame,
With many calling your name.