Rubicon Crossing

Rubicon Crossing Behold a young man in his late twenties Standing silently near the swampy shore Of the Rubicon, with a gentle breeze Rustling his hair amidst pains to the core, With grief filtering through veins of his heart At the thought across the river to depart; His love lies on the river`s western side But between them rests a parental wall; Should he, he wonders, smash the hedge aside! That would lead to his beloved`s downfall As she is a precious part of the wall And away from her parents cannot stand tall; It`s a wall built on the frail sand of class, With himself pitched at the low ladder`s rung, His love caged in lodge of mid-level glass; The gap ever clings on parental tongues, Shrouding him in darkish clouds of sadness And stringing his soul with sorrowful sour distress. Should he kneel before his sweetie`s parents? That will vanquish his dignity Be the very summit of aberrance And tear down his respectability; Better leave a piece of his soul behind, He conceives, than host a shame in his mind. Peering down the depth of his inner self He can eye a clear light beckoning him To cross the Rubicon river like elf, Not like a shattered soul sorry to seem Bur with sheer sweat to shine up the ladder Until he can wield the envied rudder. The young man pursues his inner self counsel Though for weeks his head and heart pine and ache Though for months he courses down a tunnel Though thick mists and dark clouds he has to face, Near journey`s end he is a braver soul Through wild woeful winds to achieve his goal.