The Stand
Stands up when He whispers in your ear
Falling down year after tear
Waiting in line till it's your turn
Being shown the door and the shade burns
He rides you and the whip flails
The widow waits each month for the check in the mail
The whisper remembers as the tree sheds each Fall
Will he see his shadow, will he see what he saw
Stands alone does the spring crocus
She waits for the Sun
And Mother spins and spins
She waits as the Robin for the peck of her egg
Dying as the bullet shreds his memory of the flag
Stands for the widow as his breath sags
The politician wears full armor as he speaks at the mic
Stand up ,vote and the reward helps to see the light
And the years go by and the body starts to lean
The wrinkles round the bend and pick up steam
To stand tall when all say you're wrong
The last bar closes with the last song
The rose is killed as she stands
Trash strewn and the wind
The Sun goes dark and a single tear
And He whispers goodnight
Copyright © Patrick Cornwall | Year Posted 2012
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