Perspective - Poem by Morgan Wyman
'What a sight, ' said the man
Who stood on the hill.
'What a sight, ' he said,
And stood there still.
'What a view that must be, ' said
a man in the village,
Upon seeing the man on the hill.
'Although I'll take comfort over
beauty any day, I will.
And I would rather be here by a fire
than up there with a chill.
And I leave nothing for desire,
unlike the man upon the hill.'
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