XVII

Just as a “cheatah” is no “jagguar” brave
And a raging bully never truly strong,
A knight should be a wit but not a knave,
Lest Satan laugh the loudest and too long.
This said, you do not need to be a saint
When you have owned your shadow – simply keep
Its power in mind; and we don’t have to paint
Ourselves as goats, to prove we aren’t but sheep.
Just grow old gracefully, and be aware
Some jigger-joggers find it hard to see
That wise and shining souls with graying hair
Look silver, in the eyes of courtesy.
I’m pleased to greet you; glad I’m almost done.
Together, Mick, we’ll see the race is won.
Sympathy for Sir MicK
by Michael Peach

 

 

 

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