Call Me - Poem by MacGregor Tagliaferro
Call me a Renaissance Man? Thank you.
Call me a gentleman? Of course.
Call me a scoundrel? Well...
Call me a cowboy? Proudly.
Call me a poet? You know it.
Call me a philosopher? I think therefore I am.
Call me a flirt? Probably.
Call me a dreamer? Decidedly.
Call me a lover? That is what I was meant to be.
Call me a man for all occasions? Count on it.
Call me old fashioned? Really?
Call me romantic? Hopelessly!
Call me funny? Hopefully.
Call me wonderful? Would you?
Call me woeful? At times.
Call me lonely? Only most of the time.
Call me spiritual? I am tryin'.
Call me friend? Forever.
Call me flawed? Without a doubt.
Call me ordinary? Thems fightin' words! ! !
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