When a Lion Loses His Strength
When a lion loses his strength,
he looks up to the hilly lengths
to watch the sturdy sun as it dies,
and then from afar, he shakes his head and smiles;
aware of the singing doves
and the days the reindeer loves.
The sinews of an old King
fall short of ears at duty's wring
to raid a lot and reign Supreme.
Once hero of a man, now lives in a dream.
Like a growing child leaning on the future
with pages of history and collections of pictures.
A memorable life, an old lion would say
marked with such prowess few could display.
But a season entreats all to blossom and to fade;
the unfading flowers finding solace in shades
the days coming to live and die rightly,
just to bring all to rest; the weak and the mighty.
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