A paragon may be lonely and sad;
Their virtue has no appeal for the bad.
And on reading the News
Evil is profuse.
Original sin is still to be had.
Exemplary are the best paragons.
Conceit and pride,be you gone.
With patience they continue
To work till they are into
The zone where the best work is done.
We may have no astoundingly great talent
Yet we too can work and be valiant.
Desire linked with will
Can amaze with new skills.
We can , despite age ,remain pliant.
The paragon of virtue is dust
Which little cares where it’s tossed.
Yet it returns to the soil
Saintly worms onward toil.
This image settles me when I’m fussed
How my heart sings 