In His Prime

The lion strode with confidence, As if the world were his, He had no call for eloquence, What more was there than this? He felt that he was truly blessed, Fulfilling destiny... So far he knew he'd passed each test And proved supremacy. Bold courage stirred within his veins, Fuelled by his valiant heart... So he surveyed the golden plains, Where he must play his part. He'd honed his skills for several years, He was no amateur... He felt no need to live with fears For things that might occur... He had his own might to withstand The rigours of his foes And strategies that he had planned, If their threats came to blows... He relished each new minute, Each moment of his time! Yes, he was in it to win it... While he was in his prime... The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'In His Prime'. More Stephen Gayford poems can be viewed here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com