When all the world awaits your fall
And you stand straighter, grow more tall,
Will you forget it, even then,
The anger of these envious men?
Or have you seen, beyond their rage,
As footlights hold you center stage
(Yet none applaud the words you’ve sent
For living’s joyous betterment)
A shining wave, a new fresh air,
That carries you alone, thus, fair,
Above the crowd’s coarse gravities
And undertows of dim shark seas?
Then let them go, and poof! they’re gone,
And you are riding high through dawn!
Nice sentiment!
Thanks, solhls!