Who Am I？ Poem by Warri Stanley

" Who Am I? "

My picture is in every mind,
Some colour'd and some faint'd,
Great wallpap'rs and small pale pic,
They all crucified my name on it,
Warri Stanley, they all nailed on it,
A man whose true image unknown.

So what kind of man am I?
Some says I'm a tak'r, oth'rs says I'm a giv'r,
Some will say I'm a good lier,
Some says I'm a successful failure,
Some oth'rs will say I'm a womaniz'r.
Who truly know who am I?

But if you passionately ask me,
Like a brave morning student,
Who truly want to know me,
Where can I even start from？

If I say I'm strong'r than a lion, is true,
But I'm ev'n more hard'r than a rock,
If I say I'm like a wat'r, is true,
But sometimes I'm hott'r than fire,
If I say I'm a mighty man of valour, is true,
Sometimes I'm as quiet as peace.
But a poet's name cannot be a stick'r.

A reader must know his author,
To understand his own story bett'r.
A man is not just a great storybook,
But a man is full of verses and stanzas.
Like a collection of poetry.

I've nev'r drew a man nor conclude any man,
'Cos I can't tell you story of chameleon,
A man must know his God to himself,
A man without GOD is pathless, rootless 'n' uncultivated.
Man is just like electric bulb,
And God is the only better current that can power it.


WARRISTANLEY.