The Matador

In the ring of life I stand with the bull called Time and me Anxious crowd anticipates of just what end they see Alone I stand with cape and spear And in-ev-i-ta-bil-ity Time enraged with froth and stamp Has set its eyes on me It comes at me with all its might I let my cape swing free Angry Time again slips by Its aim was meant for me The crowd-the bull-the matador Time will only see In the end the fight will cease And one will be set free David Kettler 12/19/ 2019