(This is not the Christian God)
Today I cried the same old tears,
The very ones I thought had dried,
But now there’s proudness
Running down my cheeks,
For at least I know I tried.
And that is all that matters,
That is all the Gods will see;
When my soul was slowly being betrayed,
They know it was not me.
© (Löst Viking) (August 24nd 2015) John Anthony Fingleton
it is what said “always wrote … always fought ” .. touching !
Thank you Sarala.
Lovely poem with powerful meaning.