I stand humbled amid my own servitude
A ghost reflected
My shadow bowed of my rectitude
To my souls accord
Afore my growth not withstanding
As one of a Saint
I am not accused.
To those who see me as I am
Unobtrusive in a simple world.
For a competition by 'Just an Archaic Poet'
(The poem of his - The Patron Saint of Worthless Causes)