men, poetry

Fleeting Progress

Unremarkable to most

But there are moments

I can taste, sweet and fleeting

Where the world ushers me

Forward past a sea of burning candles

Broken and faded headstones

Too long a villain believing

Themselves a hero

But the road costs me

With each step

Against the trembling, angry

Chorus

I sing with enthusiasm

But little talent

Not lost at all

Just wandering through

Places near and far,

And soon, a kingdom

A queen,

An heir

All to earn with the coin

Saved in quiet time

Spent on new books

And old coats

So, see past the ragged edges

To the fine beast underneath,

Gentle as a butterfly

Rough as a bear.

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