Kurt Philip Behm Poet Rhyme

All Scepters Disowned

I don’t bow to money,
  I don’t bow to fame

I kneel to that one thing,
  that time cannot change

I don’t speak for ‘right,’
  and won’t speak for ‘wrong’

My liege is the truth,
  all court jesters gone

I don’t hope to be knighted,
  my shield more concave

And rejecting all title,
  the past still enslaved

My will lay unbroken,
  my heart for a throne

A crown jeweled with memory,
 —all scepters disowned

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

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