On Ambition
A word to the wise, be of fleet foot
and still of moral creed.
Honing your witticisms for later days;
incandescent, vague, shaded faces;
locked possessions, fixed like art.
Carting away the prisoners of your youth,
telling them to turn, hands on heads;
prime and point, squint and begin the count.
Martin Elder
Sat 23rd Jan 2016 23:10
Like it a lot David ' A word to the wise ' sums it all up, the poem flows well, almost twisting and turning as it goes. Fab