distick421

Grandeur


oh, how it must feel to be discarded from the Midas shelf
like the bronze leaves of November's season
why shouldn't our time come?
existence is an old folktale
a series of short stories with hidden moral agendas
our time will come (and when it does)
i'll follow suit with my own grandiose delusion of historical insignificance
being the paltry copper statue amongst magnificent gold monuments
or perhaps the boy...throwing stones in a glass house