Life Poem by Ezekiel Geoffrey

Life has the foot of a chameleon and the head of a lion with which it stitches so dull proving not to bow nor fall in making it self invisible for my catch. And desire like the prides maid for a languish love she played, the bride's a mockery before all before life whose reach of pleasure is tall and jesting at my poor little try. Should I cry? And wipe this tears with my wet garment still suffering under this drops unrestrained and the leaking thatch in my soul let's out portions promising my rain.