George otto Becker
The Man Of Vanity - Poem by George otto Becker
Alongside this one days I spent.
His mind about himself and the folks he misled.
The lies he spoke and the fools who fled.
The men he corrupted and the lives they led.
His vanity and all his lies they read.
A poet amongst men was he.
A man of ambition it was for him to be.
A day with your time was his written right to be.
A Poet one day may I be.
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