A dutiful man
A friend of mine – a terrible fate –
he’s an important person.
He can’t get free; a terrible weight;
bound too tightly to become a child.
Such a dutiful man, his whole
adult world would have to be upended,
friends betrayed; admirers turned aside.
Who could swim against such a tide?
No one would allow it.
Better to be
a nobody – then you have a chance
to slip out when the world isn’t looking,
through that loose board in the fence;
by that patch of elderberries, wade the narrow stream;
cross the open meadow and into the woods.
But my friend – he’s so tightly bound,
he parades around, wearing his chains like jewelry;
his bindings like vestments. Making his stand;
fighting the good fight.
He’ll make a dignified,
stately corpse one day; be much-mourned,
highly-lauded at his well-attended funeral.
O child of God, work to get yourself free
for the sake of yourself and your goodhearted friend.
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(photo by k_r_craft - pixabay)
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