Searching For the Good

Searching for the Good Alas, the search continues peering eyes in all the venues as the pure and holy seek all the virtues of the meek their old and brittle bones re-sounding creaky church pew tones. Cold blinders to their views force the “olds” upon the “news” as the suit they wish to fill is a fulfillment of their will draped upon the soul of others for they know it slowly smothers all the “ifs” and “buts” and “druthers”. Their quest fails by “default” for the one they would exalt is but a slickly polished ruse a “three shelled” talking muse slyly twisting every virtue “Eddie Haskell” come to court you. There are those who earn the name who do what’s right not seeking fame know the essence of a “good” not shaped by brick and stone and wood for the substance of their truth springs from a single root fed by unpolluted streams feeding still idyllic dreams. 11/1/2016 submitted to – A good man – Poetry contest