legacy

there is a day in the legacy of ages set aside for you
where as an votary of honesty and good nature
pleasantry rules that day
there is a fortuity in the advocacy of ages
that enables good to rise above the morass
a refuge belvedere rock lifted through the mire and moss
you are that yeoman place its rock its tower and its lantern
its deeds as yet unfamed but many
its brazing kitchens and its plump snug beds
its solid doors and its plaster rung of jollity
herald of its maker
but on the many singular other days when winters rain
pours from the guttered roof
the appropriation of your prophetry and property
by vermin with no right to step your board
great will be the anguish in interpretation
miscued for other's purposes
great will be the reaping of their profit
in the banks and vaults of misery