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.