Man - Poem by robin DeWalt
If he be muscled with his strength
legs the long and proper length,
then he be youth personified
betrayer of all, beautified.
If he be wise with words to wield
battle scars, sword and shield,
then he be man half revealed
unknown to him, the rest concealed.
If he be bold and blind and bent
then he be old and plenty spent
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