King's Mansion

Now my dreams have turned to dust
May they lie and forever rust
I've walked my path
and saw it through
and in the end, I claimed my due
I made my choices and fought the fight
I made my choices and made them right
On my road I met a king
Who dared to dream a little dream
This king gave me shelter from the road
In his mansion his great abode
He spoke of quality in a place that had none
He was a beacon of brilliance in a town that was dumb
He was an honest man in a den of theives
Not a fool, just greatly deceived
His troubles were many and mounting in sum
His worry was great and turned to glum
For months he struggled and refused to relent
But alas, found his treasury dry and vacant
Oh dear King, as you pack to leave
Shifting through your broken dreams
Please remember why it is you started
to wake and make your dreams real before this life you've departed
Now my dreams have turned to dust
May I wake as I must
As one path ends we begin to atone
As we reap what we've sown
In this world there are no perfect actions
Just perfect intentions
May we do what's right to the best of our comprehension
In this world, nothing is certain
But I will always treasure my time at
King's Mansion

Flash Pass

This ia a Flash Pass Poem an former employee of King Manison