And if you did the right thing,
would it ring? In those ancestral halls
that your conscience will pace
ever wondering? Saying "yes,"
"we did the right thing." If you did
the right thing, would there be that
reward, good beyond every hope
in your straining throat,
as it's put to the sword? Yes,
there would. And you know
in your heart: past each lie
that your mind tries to sweetly
describe, to embitter your choice
the next time
that a fork forces you
from the path that your wish
would so fervently stride - but
you passed the test! You pass
the test, you will pass the
test. You did the right
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
Try the RANDOM button, to sample the sometimes surprising breadth of quality (and in several Novembers, breathtaking quantity as well), or click the "ANY GOOD" label* for those poems labeled with it. On any poem, old or new, feel free to offer your remarkable insight or critical acumen.
*I haven't yet revisited many pockets and stretches of time to appraise and label the "any goods," so some are missing. Please feel free to point out omissions, or - especially - erroneous inclusions, in comments.