The Warrior’s Time
The ancient warrior stood on the hillOverlooking his villageThe cold ate into his bonesIt permeated every injuryReminding him of every battleEvery widow he’d madeEvery child rendered fatherlessAnd he knew it was his time. He recognised the look every dog hadWhen it could barely stand or walkAsking him to take its bodyNow he could barely stand or walkFrom leader to barely seenFrom influencer to ridiculedSo much experience he could pass onBut younger ears are deafThey tell himHe doesn’t understandThe world’s not like it anymore. And yet generation after generationKeep making the same mistakesThose that can see itAre considered dementedAnd don’t understand … Continue reading The Warrior’s Time
