“You fool!” She shouted.
An accusation
That he couldn’t deny

For a fool he was,
Not just in her eyes

A fool indeed,
He silently acknowledged
With a sigh

But even as the fool he was,
He couldn’t deny
It was a path that he chose

The path that he chose
As a king

A path that he chose
For his people

The path that he chose
For his little rose

As the old saying goes
One man’s trash is another’s gold

Perhaps one day,
She would come to understand
The words he’d left untold

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This story was inspired by a “The Beginning” writing prompt from the “Promptly Written” Publication.

“You fool,” she screamed as she marched out of the door.