Monday, April 23, 2012

Poem, Greatness He's Owed, 4-23-12


He waited 'til midlife
To take what he's earned
He waited to strike 'til
His options had burned.

From solitude, safety and boredom he stepped
Calling all favors from travels well met
Calling all angels to wait with no judgment
For him to drink in marvels and monuments.

The source of most musical and cultural icons
Meet his touch and eyes wide with the vanguard*
Now leading, inspiring and thrilling 'til spent
Even this champion ought not repent**
But charge out and let himself go with the flow
Allowing the kindness and greatness he's owed.

--EVE Featherstone

*van·guard/ˈvanˌgärd/
Noun: A group of people leading the way in new developments or ideas.
A position at the forefront of new developments or ideas: "in the vanguard of technical development".

**re·pent/riˈpent/
Verb: Feel or express sincere regret or remorse about one's wrongdoing or sin.
View or think of (an action or omission) with deep regret or remorse.

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