THE BARON'S LATE NIGHT WALK
The distant clack of shod hooves on brick and cobblestone ,
He treads slowly with his thoughts as he walks all alone .
The fortress of granite walls and towers he leaves behind ,
And escapes for just a short while to ease his troubled mind .
He knows he must change as he walks through the night ,
He knows not yet how but he must try with all his might .
What good has he done with all that he now owns ,
He sits inside all day as he shivers and groans .
There in the alleyways are the decrepid and poor ,
It bothers him so that it eats at his core .
Why do I pass by them as if they're not there .....
Am I just so afraid to show that I care ?
Perhaps I can help them to see the right way ,
To greet them and teach them while it is yet day ?!!
I will break off these shackles and walk in the sun .....
And shower them with truth and hope until the work's done .
Dale Robert Hopstetter