Target Aimed For: Agile Flight

A poem about being honored, grateful, wary, and suspicious - an inspiring poem.

A customary agent
Cuts against the grain -
Warranted suspicions,
Processed in the main;
Cannot find distinctions
In each table’s graph;
Business flows as usual,
Never going to laugh…

Barrel on these buttons,
Burners on the floor.
Profit seeking ventures
Later on seem more…
One by one, the recipes
Passed on by each person
Make such awesome dishes
Which the cooks don’t worsen…

When a Golden Age does come,
Processing is sweet;
Newness just matriculates,
End results are neat.
Comets streaking in the night
Dedicate their embers
To each furtherance of skies;
Notes, improves, remembers.

Annually, so drunk with ale,
Then, no longer soaring -
Debts increasing, shrinking costs.
There’s no use ignoring.
Colder days proceed, as trials
Shake up corners, entries;
Violent pushes mangled, shy -
Injured, modest sentries.

Don’t have fun, but do enjoy
Every strutting hand -
There’s no use in sinking low.
Not each folks’ command.
Bursting at the baseball’s seams
Sets an honored task…
Logic lets each team advance,
By the beach, suits bask…