He was by no means a man so vast
So he carried his pride on his mast.
With in him thrived an’ I ‘ so huge…
The’ I’ that wielded power
To ordain and misuse.
The ‘I’ that sent shivers
In a distant foe.
The ‘I’ that didn’t know
How to lie low.
To seek advice….
Was like a vice.
To crib and cavil…
His only will.
Such an ‘I’ met for once
The real I.
When on death bed…
He took his last sigh.