What ever happened to character?...
The essence of a man,
the condition of his heart:
honest intent, genuinity;
praying good for another,
emanating deep from within his inner core...
To now, a mere art to master, and no more:
a guise, a smile, a flattering comment,
empty, and if not,
laden, with the desire to manipulate,
to impress, to be liked, to be recognised;
a gesture all about me; all for me, naught from me,
because backward, out of time, out of place,
looked down upon, is straightforward sincerity.
