Frank Davis, Sr.
Nobility Misplaced - Poem by Frank Davis, Sr.
How I mourn honor!
Perhaps you're too young to remember it.
I do, after all, possess a very long memory;
having lived longer than some Redwoods. Once
human society could not function without honor;
an honorable man or woman was held in high regard
by just about everyone. If folks always endeavored
to tell the truth, were honest in all dealings and their
word could be taken to the bank, they were rightfully
considered to have honor. Those were shining
and profoundly reassuring times. Maybe one
of you youthful seekers will rediscover
this noble way of life.
You're gonna love it!
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