David - Poem by Morgan Michaels
When he was young
people loved David at first sight-
loved him until they came to hate him, that is, ,
beauty often willing to bestow itself
but rarely to share.
When he grew old
people hated David at first sight-
hated him until they came to love him, that is-
having much less beauty to bestow
at last he learned to share.
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