My firmest wish
Is years later
When I recall

I will savor
The beauty of
This profound moment

And this one
And this one
And this one

Damsels in distress
Fighting in their dress
Oft show men of strength
Who rush to impress
As lacking finesse.

For wisdom suggests
Damsels fight through stress
With reserves of strength.
(The badge of the dress.)
So tender redress.

The canvas of society
Is blown by the furies of the populace
As we sail the oceanic void of existence.

The passions push as we run downwind,
The bullets fly as we reach,
And the renegades howl as we close haul.

Without the revolutionaries we’d be in irons,
And most times the dangerous blowhards
Fly through the sail to die parched alone.

And yet I cannot help but fear
The storms that blow over our bow
Shall wreck us this time.