But Such Is the Savory Flavor of Mortal Flesh and Pride
But Such Is The Savory Flavor Of Mortal Flesh And Pride.
Gray shadows blending into a much darker ominous mist
And with that omen, another bullet added to the list
O'but did not the careless days of an adventurous youth
Lay in memory recalled by this and praying old man!
Hold now, did not courageous heroes of the past inspire
By waging battle with sword and shield even in muck and mire
And dawn each new day not inspire a Herculean effort
O' what hours of vain glory now just as a defeated fort!
Why sure some few were just grand and even a true hero's foray
I watch now as gray seems to conquer All and I bow to pray
Vanity is in deep in the harvest of one's youthful dreams!
But such is the savory flavor of mortal flesh and pride.
Dare I not, waken more of the old jealous gods and not hide!
Robert J. Lindley, sonnet--
""truth in telling, bitter dregs of fleeing dreams""
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2023
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