The Ring

Written by: Jonathan Bellmann

It’s only a ring
That is true;
Yet, this ring my
Father knew.
Upon his finger it
Never left,
Despite discomfort,
It was worn,
Though like a thorn.
A price was paid
For the right to bear
Its seal,
To fight the fight,
To conquer the night,
To prosper in life,
To comfort his wife.
I was young 
When my father stood 
Upon a stage and shook
The hand of an academic man.
Yet, like a thief, 
Death placed this ring
Into my hand.
It’s only a ring
That is true;
Yet, this ring I knew too.