Ecclesiastes

19. A Philosophical King

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The King
Graham P Andrew

The queen and her eldest son came to me today.
They say I have become too weak, too philosophical.
They say I should no longer be king.
When I looked for my supporters, I found they were all gone.
Only my chamberlain remained, a yes-man, the last of a long line.
They gave me a choice, which was good of them.
"Be assassinated, by persons unknown, or go to the temple to live out your days."
I know that life is useless, but I fear that death is even more useless than life.
So I shall go to the temple and continue my fruitless search for wisdom.