The Proprietor Review

Tic

The lasttttt of me is the best of me.

No my greatest doesn’t pass the test.

My last is the best and it is the least.

Not easily dismissed by that care.

Better by far then the boast, not close.

My friends know me and care.

This seems more then fair.

As the least can have good place.

Never to stare, past challenge to woe.

But just, me not compared.

But loved by them that stay to play.

My song of hope and sense.

Into days that will be there.

And nights of sweet sleep, no glare.

From echos of visions, mind to sort.I stay justified because I am, that I am.

KDG