Unfinished Sympathy

There's not much to admire
from afar,
your confidence
not withstanding.
The tone of your voice
says it all.
Insistent,
demanding.

You're aware of the sway
you hold
over minds,
unencumbered.
Neither your nor
the sheep in your fold
realise
days are numbered

But with hindsight
I tell you
quite clearly,
it has gone.