
Difficulty
Crows salvage wisdom
picking life from the front yard
but road to glory remains a lonely endeavor
with fragrance of lilac blossoms
in the cold April morning when
robin chirps need for a mate
knows his importance is already etched
on his tablet but your path to glory
is so lonely an affair even
stalwarts wouldn’t go there
like a walk to the gates
of Erebus guarded by monoliths
and statues glorified by myths
you try to avoid at all costs