Cloaked in Honor

We love them for they
walk in dignity – a rare
breed indeed that we
seldom see, walking easy
in their skin for they don’t fear
what’s in them, cloaked in
an honor bestowed upon
them by their brethren.
Proud we are to know these few
glorious traitors of the
rat race as they
move in peace.

11 Comments

  1. Oh, man… Oh, man… Oh, man… Am I saying “Oh, man,” too much? Yes, I think I am. What I mean to say is “Wow…” Potent is an understatement. Of course, if your poetry is any less than potent, that would come as a surprise, Mr. Poole. This strikes a chord…

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  2. Reblogged this on aMusing Spirit and commented:
    I was listening to Gym Class Heroes “The Fighter” on repeat while the boys and I were dancing around and cleaning the house, feeling quite spunky and victorious. Then this beautiful poem came through and I immediately wanted to share.

    For a good friend who’s been supporting me in silence; my poetry loving, quote finding cohort, M.H. This is for you, dude 🙂

    “To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
    -O. Wilde

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  3. It is 2:00 a.m. As I read this. So wonderful! Awesome really! I have also begun to follow your Thursday prompt person. One good thing always leads to another. Thank you for sharing your talent.

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