Crowned
In the heat of the moment,
At the feet of necessity,
The light is bright all ‘round,
A million capable souls surround me;
Their is trouble in the air,
Who knows from where it came,
The most suited must be found,
And be crowned with weighty responsibility,
And they--
And they turn to me;
And I --
And I step forward;
I am ready.
This poem is about:
Me