Fox

More classically written poetry, a little less twee, a little more deep.

Here’s to the man with a lust for life,
with a frantic, desperate will
that shines, so bright
that by no amount of darkness, no years of night
can it be stifled.

Here’s to the man who refuses to bow,
who, when gazing upon a broken face
sees confidence, forgotten grace and for him
that is enough.

Here’s to the man who stands in awe
and when he vows, who vows with more
than just his word,
or just his heart,
who vows with something set apart
from all those other blinkered fools,
he needs them not.
For here’s to the man- who though he will
sense all of this slip, tragically, away -
has felt the chill of love
and shed a tear,
for sentiment that he -being a man-
cannot sustain,
into its second year.