Embitterment is adamantic,
Contritely it binds us to banality.
Why so perplexing to commend?
Compliments coloured profane.
Fawning bravo elucidates,
The wax before the wane.
Inadequacy, scourge of all,
Comparison should be banned,
Rulers immediately burnt,
Thus measurement will cease.
Envy is our burden,
When weal should be the cheer.
Sore it is to adulate,
Inswathed by constant fear.
But paragons revolve like signs,
And Excellence is exceeded.
With each distinctive aeon,
Beauty dons a different skin.
Categories:
inswathed, introspection
Form: Verse