Is it novel,
or the persona of
writing a book
Is it accomplishment,
or the ability to
brag and to strut
Is it knowledge,
or the prestige of
having a degree
Is it passion,
or a fire blown out
in the breeze
Is it devotion,
or the favors
your hope seeks to buy
Is it emotion,
or an act put on
while others cry
Is it loyalty,
or the badge you
can wear on your sleeve
Is it heartbreak,
or just words feigned
to con and deceive
Is it strength,
or the muscles that bulge
in your arm
Is it beauty,
or the makeup you wear
when you charm
Is it vision,
or a view from
another's back porch
Is it time,
or the minutes and hours
you torch
Is it courage,
on the backs of soldiers
who paid
Is it love,
or an image
just mirrored and staged
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July,2016)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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