The Admirals Sun
The Admiral’s Sun 5th draft – 6-11-2014
A pedestal for your glory and the ego’s your command,
your shadow darkens the people you demand.
Your rusting medals are demanding a respect,
beyond the value of those you do neglect.
The world is learning to shun this bloody valor,
well past due for society’s defining hour.
Beyond your limitations you dared not tread,
your father’s path repeated with dread.
Higher thinking would have polished your crown,
surpassing the gleam that soon finds the ground
Senility and death are your only companions now,
emptiness your spouse and still she does frown.
Michael G. Eggert, March-April, 2014, Riyadh, Saudi Arabia
Copyright © Michael Eggert | Year Posted 2015
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