Altruism Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
Altruism
I asked Diogenes the other day
what is the measure of a real man.
He smiled and said, inquire if you may
about misfortunes of your neighbours, if you can.
No matter what befalls the little guy,
he struggles 'till the Devil takes his soul.
It's you who ought to stand and question 'WHY'
Instead, you blinked and left your cottage for a stroll.
The papers came, slipped under the oak door.
Headlines in colour, yes they shot him dead.
You told the servant to go out and close the door.
And turned the pillow over once and went to bed.
You are a most gifted 'writer' in every sense of what one is....This is a read I'm glad I didn't miss for more than one reason....Write on forever Herbert......marci.m.
When I saw the title 'Altruism' I wasn't expecting it to be a write on Ayn Rand. I wasn't disappointed...I tend to have an eye for detail...but was blessed with a deaf ear...I've always said.
Though the third and fourth lines sound like Buddha's advice, there is the sound of mercy killing in the third stanza, and that makes the differrence.
Oh. H. Ouch. But wonderfully penned.... twist in the end and all... you've made me all pensive. t x
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4/26/2024 4:54:16 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Thank you, i gave at the office. Nice work.