Pleased as Punch
To make your way into the fray without a voice;
A conscious effort knowing not, you made a choice.
Even if you fall on callous fires with open flames,
Behold magnificence within your heart, nature tames.
I am pleased as punch that was could not topple is;
In a battle born within, existence dons a hat, a whiz.
Framing films, flattened form, a phosphorescence firm;
Look softly on the ground, fear flattening a worm.
Cancelled flights fill buckets full of doleful decay;
The time has come to mourn, you’re withering away.
