Those long years ago I said, <br />That which came from my heart, <br />"I bid you an affectionate fare well." How was I to know of fate? <br />Neither did this awakening land, <br />In a brief encounter for others. In what spectrum of thought, <br />Brought to bear out transitions, <br />Where did my affections wane? Did I let friends press me beyond? <br />Is leadership not of destiny? <br />Whereby I offered my best? In my duties, I rested uncomfortably. <br />Fear of sorts, tore at me inside. <br />The decisions made, not joyous. Plucked from the wilderness to power, <br />My affections were with all. <br />I neglected only myself for sovereignty.<br /><br />James E. Toal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/affections-2/
