some other cretin gets to play the king
while i look on and take my turn to weep
some little moment and then slowly creep
out of the way to let you have your fling
laugh at the crowd ignore each tiny sting
of subtle words although the hurt goes deep
into my heart and is not soothed by sleep
yet other heroes must go in the ring
so much is read by you upon the page
in one short night beneath a lucky star
when all the symbols come together clear
not so well do things work now in this age
yet we have managed to do well so far
and may yet work our way into clean air
No comments:
Post a Comment