One Man Of Gentry Poem by Robert L. Bixler III

One Man Of Gentry



Question of life and love divine
Are bitter-sweet questions of mine.
To need and desire intensely still,
Though separate divide prevents all ill,
As they burn me inside, from heart to skin.
Should I give all of myself for such a sin?
To take in the burden of lost chivalry
So that the world may have one man of gentry.

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