Nobility
What answers are there to questions
what balms are there to fears,
created by constant problems
battering us through the years.
Shall we seek continuously
for relief of pain and fright,
or square our shoulders stoically
and stay right in the fight.
For begging with a whimper
invites but more travails,
while the race goes to the strongest
who compete and so prevail.
How then counsel aggression
for the weak and faint of heart,
languishing in the background
seemingly with no useful part.
Are they here but to elicit
tender mercy from the strong,
fulfilling in their meekness
most noble purpose all along?
Copyright © Bob Quinn | Year Posted 2008
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