What power has a word <br />Rather spoken or written? <br />In any other cause forward <br />Of Honor, it is merely intermittent. <br />One can speak brilliant ignominies. <br />False, hollowed words left to wither <br />On hopeful airs of promised ceremonies. <br />As the child’s heart sinks, and lips quiver, <br />Deprived of the joyous aforesaid, <br />So does the Honor one had obtained. <br />To say booming thunder has led <br />Forward storms that leave one stained, <br />Is not but an inferior assumption. <br />Forgot not the silent creep of winter’s bleak. <br />Warm sunny days find slow consumption <br />In icy winds allowed by the sun’s waning seek. <br />Even imbedded in signed parchment of three, <br />Does the power of a word disintegrate. <br />Clean-cut paper slowly turns dust in an air sea. <br />As time allows these words to come of late. <br />With guarded tongue and unwavering presence, <br />Can one begin to feel Honor, a word’s essence.<br /><br />Robert L. Bixler III<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/honor-2/
