The Boss Poem by Denis Martindale

White tiger, there, why do you stare
At me so haughty still,
As if you truly just don't care
And never, ever will?
As if you lack the heart, the grace,
Proud of your stubborn streak,
As if you think you own the place
And that you're quite unique?

White tiger, pause, think of your flaws,
Consider rights and wrongs,
Like us, you must obey God's laws,
As each to Him belongs...
You didn't make the sun above,
The planets or the moon
And though today you look quite tough,
We know we all die soon...

White tiger, please, let all pride cease,
Be humble, now and then,
For everyone on Earth agrees,
God goes back, way back when...
We've been around a few short years,
We know that well because
In life, we've shed our share of tears...
So, tell me... Who's The Boss?


Denis Martindale, copyright, June 2013.


The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'The Boss'.