Arrogance

The lion king posed quietly Without a single roar, As if the whole wide world to see, So they could shout encore! With arrogance and more to spare, The lion drew a crowd, His golden mane a halo there, No touching was allowed... Just like the Sphinx, he looked sublime, A hero through and through, Yet haughtiness is such a crime, Yet this was all he knew... His challengers were forced to run To save them from their fears, So many battles had been won, He left a trail of tears... No challenge left, he merely posed, For now he lacked all friends, His solemn stare as if to boast, This legend never ends... But old age came and slowed him down, His eyes now weak and frail.. And suddenly he lost his crown... No more the Alpha Male... Denis Martindale, copyright, February 2012. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Arrogance'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com