Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Myself

Myself

Furrowed is my forehead, hollow intent the eyes
Full mane, tight cheeks, bold look
Tin lips, broken rotten teeth;
Head down, weak neck, muscled chest.

The right temper and member; wear simple;
Quick feet, thoughts, acts, words; slow mind;
Sober, human, loyal, shy, a prodigy;
Adverse to the world, events are against me;

Times use the hands, mostly words to fight;
Sad are my days and lonely,
Every hour deep in thought;
Always ready, raging, anxious, tenacious;

I am rich of vices and virtues,
Respectful, responsible, , lazy, liar
Praise reason but run where the heart goes:
Soon, the a day will put me to rest.

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