The Good Steward
Never a complaint,
Just quietly carrying on;
“Why wait for me to do it?”
“Because you always take care;
You’re the one always there.”
Why else? Like Old Faithful,
But a lot less spectacular.
Steady as the proverbial rock,
Comfortable as warm socks,
Stable and dependable
As Luna in its orbit,
Regular as night
Following day,
Until he went away.
Who saw past the serenity?
There was never any doubt .
Who dreamed he’d want out?
Out from under the sameness,
Away from the responsibility?
But, too many years passed
Faithfully doing his duty
For far too few rewards.
It just couldn’t last.
The weight of conformity
Slowly growing unbearable,
Like Everest on his shoulders...
Billions and billions of boulders.
Now he dances late with the moon,
Doesn’t think of rising ‘til noon…
Even slouches from time to time.
The lines gone from his brow,
He smiles with his eyes, now.
Just like a benediction.
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Thurman P. Woodfork
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