Vowed To Abdicate the Throne

He has vowed!
Yes.
Vowed to abdicate the throne!
He alone has grown tired,
And is heard moaning there...
As he groans!

He needs to unplug from this stall.
And release his opposition.
He is stagnated in a position,
That brings a grief to all that has shown.
The frequency of his zeal...
Leaves him with little appeal.

Even he has lost desire...
To strike a match to this gas once fired.
A sputtering that had stirred a blaze.
But those days have come to a fade.
And he sits in a daze!
Realizing he has no business to rush.
And even less of that to flush!

He has vowed!
Yes.
Vowed to abdicate the throne!
He alone has grown tired,
And is heard moaning there...
As he groans!

And those anticipating...
And awaiting him to flee.
Admit to themselves,
Why they have been so patient
With someone who believed,
This 'throne' was theirs exclusively!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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