Nobility
I could just be a
bastard little boy
Whose anger grabs control and vengeance seeks.
I could forget about the endless joy
You brought me in our marriage countless weeks.
I might feel sorry for myself alone
And not despair just how this came about.
I could feel righteous from that fix to phone
Another pouring out your pain and pout.
I could say,
"Go to Hell!" and make you right.
I could lose all nobility instead,
And wander off to dangle in the night,
But somehow stronger forces keep my head.
For when I pledged
my love no matter what
I meant that to be true without a but.
Flemington NJ
22 May 2005