The Shark Poem by Carole Moran
The Shark
A shark, seeking prey
He moves in a way
Designed to draw looks from the crowd.
Unhibited. Driven
To get what attention
He can while his fleeting youth lasts;
So he doesn't get old
Unknown and neglected,
And die, leaving no trace behind;
Of his essence, of his power,
Of his frail egomania,
For posterity to learn from and bow.
(September 26,1993)
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