Honor

He is a soldier in

The crusade of life

Marching to drums of

Society’s favor.

Sensing the scent of affinity’s flavor,

Ne’er seeking respect or esteem

For his service.

 

Never a blemish or cause for disgrace.

Head high, eyes forward,

A smile on his face.

A pillar of dignity and veneration,

A sign of prestige to a whole generation.

Seeking no praise or unsightly sensation

He fades in the background

Without a trace.

 

Always inclined to do what is right

To brighten dark corners with shards of daylight

And comfort a friend through

A long sleepless night with

A deftness beyond commonplace.

 

Honor bears witness,

Honor stands tall,

Makes no apology

In fairness to all.