Old Knight: Resignation

A wispy cloud across the sky,  aimlessly fluters and then melts

So many steps, so many wrongs and needless feelings and regrets 

They all are done. The time moves on and sorrows heal. There is no road,

                                                                                    where the road ends.

 

A man of years, of many days. Some have been good and many sad.

When I am gone, the sky will still, remain,  and I will not.

What did my struggles mean, when I was just

                                                                                 a thin, light cloud?

 

Wind blows around me and surrounds, this earthly body that's grown old

I welcome, welcome its embrace, and hope it lasts.

It moves my spirit which I think had once, touched Glory,

                                                                            and surpassed.

 

I've no regrets, it matters not. I passed by too and fought the wind

Heroic deeds, left men behind, a few mementoes, books and things

Some migh recall, how high I flew, and then forget

                                                                                    My deeds, my passions, and my wings

 

There was a time that I soared high, that time has gone but I remain

So grateful for another day, so very tired and fatigued

My body now betrays its King, mocks at the crown on his head, and I am

                                                                                            peeved.

 

The struggles of another day, wear out a useless tired shell

That only looks like what it was and both resembles and foretells

That very soon it too will cease. Stillness will come - so let it come

                                                                                and ring the bell.

 

Beyond the Thought there will be Light.

At least I think that it will be. To usher Glory, Truth, Delight

And I will shed this worn out cloak, and put on Armor that You wrought,

                                                                                        and win my fight

                                         

Whatever shape that it might take, but what if not?, that too is fine

I had my time. The time is up. I am in peace with man and God.

I had my battles and won some and others lost. At least,

                                                                                            I fought!

by veritas

 

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