~Shame and Pride, Once side by Side~

~Shame and Pride, Once side by Side~

The meek, the mild, the timid masses, all so very tame
In a cold thistle’s cover, oft mute abutting empty shame
From hopes to fears to faith, and ‘rounding all over again
Nary silent by breadth of thicket, merely the doubter’s hand
Whilst dreams for freedom’s joyful calm, bellow for level play
Scarcely than feigning shadows, caught parched in yesterdays
‘Til now, the brawny of mind and nerve, the courageously fine of heart
These, too, of restless mood clutch hope, that the meekly tame dare start
This heat and toil, so weary from weight, these brave ones also beg
Asking for what the thistle’s seize, what the meek and mild dread
The meek and those most mighty, in truth seeking at end the same
Their lots in life as given, both keen for quick exchange
But freedom comes, in fact and deed, by balancing of proper rest
Both shame and pride, once side by side, blood brothers - Comparison’s Test

October 31: © 2008 – by Brian G. Jett