Saturday, February 18, 2012

An Ode to Days Past

Our story, though short
was a fun one to begin

I was skeptical at first
but soon head first, jumped in

We were honest and true
our faces freely exposed

Though the past is now clear
I was real, you were posed

Your voice how is shone
the true essence of man

I wasted not a minute
when you offered me your hand

My palace walls, they were high
Man had yet to scale their height

When I saw you from afar
My heart sang with such delight

I was so thrilled to see you coming
I didn't want to hinder your commission

Instead of asking you to climb
I gave you painless admission

My company and my humor
You enjoyed for quite a bit

In observance of your affection
I was sure you would commit

Soon our friendship became a battlefield
I swore I'd win at any cost

But the day your eyes grew dim
I knew for me, this war was lost

You took my hand that day you came
Your laugh erased my impeding doubt

Now with pain I sit and wonder
what your motive was all about

Should I go back and start anew
A new requirement for your commission

Would be to climb my palace walls
Without pain there is no admission