Leading Poorly Poem by Barry Van Allen

The dream was all he ever wanted,
to be a man respected,
to be a man requested,
and to avoid being rejected.

To be the image of a dream,
and be the essence of the fact,
a ' never looking sideways ' guy,
never willing to go back.

Enlightened by his life,
and not yet finding what is new,
awakening to each new day,
imagining what could be true,
... as he ignores reality.

His days are spent in education,
and yet he doesn't learn a thing,
his evenings with his Bible readings,
preparing roads for future travels,
for the day when he'll be leading.

I just pray for no more bloody days,
that grow from seeds he's sewing,
George W. leads everyone, in asking,
... ' Where the hell are they all going? '