Flatterers

The flatterers meet with smiles The cunning find their friends Without I made my pilgrimage & so met small amends I looked on fame as merits plea Twas spring but winter frowned on me To cringe to menial slaves To worship titled power To bend the knee to knaves The price of earthly dower Is what I neer was taught to pay So empty [that] Ive turned away Follow for daily #JohnClare postings #poetry…