Soliloquy To My Future Self
I often cower at the thought
of conflict, and what grief it's brought -
while you have courage to engage the fight
for what is right.
I frequently will fret and fear
in dread at what might happen here -
while your strong hope believes the future brings
a bird that sings.
I sometimes walk with head held high,
a prideful, unrepentant guy -
while you are humble as the silent b
in subtlety.
I tend to think I'm always right
and walk illumined by the light -
while you are kind, with grace to listen to
each point of view.
More courage, hope, humility,
and grace I yearn to someday see
etched on your visage when my race is run -
when sets the sun.
Written 16 Jan 2021
Copyright © John Watt | Year Posted 2021
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