Take the Bow. By CpSingleton (c) 2014
The words came like sodden spatters!
Not one had passed sense station or
Bathed in the holy spa of a relaxed mindset.
They screamed out desperation!
The recipient shuddered:
Their mind trying to repel like
A musty smelling dog, wet from
The contaminated river it didn’t comprehend.
Yet, still the martyr persisted.
Willingness to acquiesce to life’s pattern
Even though death had occurred
During an arthritic summer, once so long ago.
The ceremony and medals were handed out.
The champagne had dried in the bottles.
The flowers were dead and lifeless.
The crowd had retired.