Sonnets for Ale (xxi.)

As welcome as the first warm day of spring
which reinvents men’s faith in what might be,
the word of a trustworthy man is king
when the fog of lies makes it hard to see.
Trust is the glue that holds men to account
and lets them live in company and peace,
the first step of an effort men may mount
to grant a common good a longer lease.
Trust is the oxygen which circulates
through any healthy body politic
to power all good friendships, teams, and states,
its absence the first sign a body’s sick.
Say what you mean, mean what you say, be clear
you’d have the same from any you’d revere.