In one’s passage
across life’s stage,
the entire world
— like flag unfurled
which bears one’s crest —
at one’s behest
plays support role:
its purpose sole;
serves as background
— as planets ’round
sun, all things — from
lowliest atom
to day and night —
mere satellites —
the spotlight’s glare
following where
by one’s steps led
— the boards one treads
path to high’r rank
— or else gangplank.
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