In melancholy pondering...
Age of Bitterness
The once razored black steel soul of the warrior rests
in an dusty oiled sheath on a shelf, to beat times tests
And the once proud tall warrior has aged into just a man
who has had to watch as his willing sacrifices be ban
All he willingly gave, for his country and hearth to pay
is now so easily belittled, by those who value not I say
The old warrior quietly aches for his younger days you see
when all of life had values, now diluted in apathys sea
He walks often in Memorys Hall, recalling honor bright
and recalls those better times, then when politics held right
Now in this sad new age of too bright gilded glitter cheap
he watches all of value, fall before the lies as evil reaps
There are now oh so few warriors, who even try to care
and he fears the bright world of his heart sad to fare
He aches in his weary body and soul, as emptiness kills
and the joyous wonders of his life, becomes but swill
Old friends pass on, and now everything changes so
all he struggled for, is now priced too cheap you know
Pity the old warrior who didnt fall in honor that day
he has to see all ruined, by those who care not so fey