Flog Not a Horizontal Man

A horizontal man beaten by life vicissitudes Don’t flog On him dump not platitudes To clog his misfortune on the blog Where his reputation you whip Out of shape, out of contention To snip and nip The devotion Once on him you doted Unstintingly As him you courted Ingratiatingly Until he fell on hard times Sunken and forsaken As clock chimes Never mistaken Heralded a new era For wheels to spin for the better the man’s fortunes Adding an invincibility and indefatigability edge to the aura The man with gratitude received to the accompaniment of melodies and tunes That turned three hundred and sixty degrees The man’s life towards a new magnetic North That engendered the commencement of pedigrees That enabled the man to rise from ashes and burst forth Carving him a niche of happiness under the sun Smiling and styling New horizons in a vertical zone Filled to the brim with a brand new feeling of healing.