Aloof Aloft

Each day begins
with me
standing high
on my pedestal
Looking down on
shadowy morals
murky ethics
exotic mores
foreign values
questionable principles
of so many others
Small people in my mind
Invisible in their worth
My lofty ideals
dwarf their being
set me apart
high in my own esteem
and leave me
standing
all alone
in solitary
solidarity
at each day’s
end