An asset to self
A liability to others too
For those obsessed
In trivialities, measure them
And show limitations
The lines of ignorance
Or years accumulation
Grant envy or fear beyond
That another may possess
So early, or more so, at all
Small men are dangerous
They hold contempt blindly
And defeat progression
For what they know is control
In matters foreign, familiar
Intimidating, or inane
Anger, envy, impatience
The enemies of intellect
Of change, of every insight
There are those few
Who appreciate the value
Equal to affirm their own
But oft' a rude awakening
Mostly known by they that rest
On laurels old and brittle
Sprung up in self display
As if waxen fruit in a bowl
Upon a dusty, empty table
In surroundings so
A role must be played
To placate egos tender
Where anonymity conceals
Not to detract from fame
To breed distain unearned
By those threatened
Wishing to keep hold
An elusive cause endeared
Only in scenes of solitude
Can true abilities flow
Where in nameless efforts
Can great actions, words
Be taken, beheld, envigored
The clamor of daily life
Put aside, limitless design
Given breath to be alive