Being a pole, I can only sigh
While watching shards of time pass by.
As the clouds fly through the sky
Most mens' lives are so nigh.
From this post, I can see
What the patterns of humans be:
Their ignorance is never ceasing,
Vile words their mouths releasing.
Malicious act they do commit,
To their own laws they do not submit.
They do, however, possess a trait
To counter their hist'ry of hate:
Affection is shown to all their friends
And mutual love upon them descends.
Yet where is their love for me,
A lamppost who was once a tree,
Who cast light to allow their glee?
Their malignant nature recurs
Though the characters time alters.
Stars of friendship illuminate their night
While clouds of malice shroud its sight.
Humans don't notice that this is so,
But mistake the clouds for the moon's glow,
So more clouds roll in to take love's place
And to the humans' love deface.
Then a brave wind blows the clouds away
But when he's gone the humans will stray.
The clouds inevitably return
As the humans' love upturns,
But for a brief instant, that wind reveals
humanity's few appeals.
This I've observed from my sentry
From both the poor and the gentry.
But now I give my final thought
As the workman's axe has been brought.
My replacement calmly stands by,
Looking towards the ground, not the sky.
My job has now come to an end
So now I advise my new pole friend:
Up towards the sky, cast your eye
So you may know how love and hate vie.
Shine your light so all may see
The wind who comes to make men free.
They may be convinced to make a change
And to their love they won't estrange.
Now comes the workman's chop
And to the frigid ground I drop.