Now all the days drift slowly by
like clouds floating across the sky.
MacDonald sits, still locked away
No one cares what he had to say.
and all his lies have been for naught.
The judgment that was finally wrought
has stood the test of all he brought
and by true justice he was caught.
He has failed at every turn
and no compassion could he earn.
So now he sits and counts the days
and there will be no final blaze
of glory, only a sad, old man
who thought he had a clever plan,
and sacrificed his family dear
for selfish needs and future clear
only to find he lost it all
in a long and painful fall
Leaving a bitter man so small,
and old, forever tasting gall
forever knowing that he lost
at every turn, at greatest cost.
Insignificant he’ll be
forever now and never free.
And all the days drift slowly by
Like clouds floating across the sky.

Last edited by TexasPoet (9/16/2022 10:45 am)