The Dearth of Honour

Tis spread a little thin
- seems almost gone
but still holds on:
honour.
Honour
- nobility of soul,
truth of word,
the best of the old,
without the rancour.
Tis rare in this time
of greed and glamour
this time of the little person
made big by shoulder chip.
Tis rare,
but not dead.
Honour suffers dearth
- not death. 

© Kayleen White, 2012 I undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit, of course :)