Wisdom stands where Wisdom should, On rightful place Where failure stood.
Lodged within the boundary of my soul, The beast lies in wait- Be it expressed as jealousy, envy or hate- Ready to rear and take control.
For in their eyes, an oddment on a shelf is all he would ever be. A trifle figure, left to dust, bearing an emptiness they could never see.
O hallowed soldier, bent and sore, The trumpet sounds from a hostile shore, Echoing memories relived many times before Of the glory, the plunder and the human gore.
If your feelings for her be pure Through the good times and the bad, The joyful and the sad, Your love (and hers) will endure.
Of the many 'friends' I've known, Less than few have shown The loyalty that you give to me, Despite the failings you often see.
Surely our manner must disturb and frighten you; and so it should, for we are impudent, all-powerful and godlike.
Age becomes an unwanted friend: Always to cajole, never to offend.
Immeasurable, is the distance of loss that never quits, never ends.
Varied responses to any situation can often be viewed as curious; but when assessed objectively, are often understandable.