Music Man Poem by Justin Aptaker
Music Man
let it always be remembered
that I used to be
one of the old street-preachers
of Athens
not a sophist
I was a gad-fly
a bard
who would serenade
all the women in the market
with the hope
that those who were able to hear
my songs
would learn of me
to make love to life
before they fell
naked, sweating, alive
into my bed, gently
going
into that good night
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5/10/2024 10:56:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A well crafted poem, Justin....10+++++