The choice to leave is mine, I know.
But somewhere, down inside of me’s
A voice that says, “You’re nothing if
You have no faith – no loyalty –”
It’s strange: inconstant as I am,
I feel no stronger urge than this:
That I must loyal, faithful be,
Although it might seem ludicrous
For men like me, there’s only one,
No medals for it, we’ll receive:
But be the trouble what it may,
We can be left
But we won’t
Leave
(… a prompted post …)
To share is human:
Reminds me of a man I know.
Who might that be?
An ex brother in law. You described his disposition quite well.