M T
M. T.
When I was young
You- were a fierce roaring
Lion- your word was law.
With an iron- rod you
Ruled your Kingdom -
When I was older
You did not appear so fierce.
Your rod had bent,
Your Kingdom had begun to crumble -
I know what -
I had not known before.
I now seek - what is almost gone -
I touched your withered fingers with - a kiss-
I watched as you
Attempted to roar -
To raise your rod-
To rule a Kingdom
That was slowly slipping away -
I watched as you tried to hold on -
I prayed you would hold on - and I wept, because
Your time here was already spent
And I say – good-bye, M. T...
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