Love

Love conquers all doesn't it, atop a pedestal at golgotha, there for all to see, for its sake each man a figurative Ulysses on his odyssey, the unsung heroes, family guys, run of the mill homers at prime time, the grinders that skipped crime, ducked the lime light, faded to grey and then black, not long after their prime, made peace with the fact that things take time, or rather that time takes things, its no wonder the caged bird sing sings.