“…Thy toiling is hard, thine labors pressing,
Thine daily suff’rings, unfair and unjust,
Seldom earns ye deserved fame or blessing,
Engenders, in thee, a raging disgust…”
“…Thy person, attentive and gallant,
Of ideals, noble; of heart perceptive,
Words soothing; deeds, charming and valiant,
With spirit, welcoming and receptive…”
Heard jilted ears before such dulcet praise,
To rival th’ angelic hymns sung upwards,
Whose chorus falters ‘pon a single phrase,
O, the mis'ry that follows that curst word!
Rapturous flattery untimely cut,
Ended by that hateful adjoiner: “…But…”
G. E. Hernandez
@WindsPoetic
@Realistic Poetry