Strong

 I have stood on hill tops alone,

called to arms those that would not lead.

I have counselled men; the full grown,

and given guidance to every seed.

Wisdom is heavy upon me,

weight that digs into my shoulder blades.

Its hard to walk gracefully,

when I fully grasp how it all fades.

The strength of my spirit is mighty,

my compassion; an ocean of noble blue.

But this road is difficult, meager...lonely,

beset by deceptions that fight what's true. 

I will not falter against this fear and doubt,

though my body withers and crumbles away.

My youth is gone, my heart has gone without,

but I wear this darkness; a crown of  silvered gray.