Inclination Poem by Leonardo David Tay

Man was created,
And so nature came forth from it's creation.
They progressed so slanted,
But that's what to expect from one of inclination.

One would be so naive as in life they begin,
Innocence in it's prime.
Seldom do they see sin,
Or how it will haunt them in time.

Then they grew,
Maturity broadened.
Then love began to brew,
And everyday, "he" or "she" happened.

They fell over and over,
Then sought for redemption and a helping hand.
They nonetheless still seek for a lover,
And seek to leave this land.

Such is man's inclination,
One too natural to be called a coincidence.
But at the end they were capable of abnegation,
Ready to serve as a conscience.