Hold On Josephine Poem by Bironga Chadwick

I hope the night was kind and sweet Josephine,
For you slept till nine my queen,
Yesterday you drowned your fears in wine,
Those fears that I am a cheating swine.
Yet today as nature welcomed the sun,
I saw them sneak in.
But this morning my queen,
I give you my solemn word, I your mighty Moran,
I will lay down my sword and gun,
To conquer your insecurities and fears by noon.

For what use is the whole world to a man,
When his queen languishes in anguish and pain?