Adam Of The Eve; A Poem
Doth mine eyes do behold an actor,
worthy of a stage less confined than the theatrical
stages of earthly behaviours and sounds and play?
A Shakespearean relative to his surrounding impediments?
And without preamble, a comely target and an unknown force?
Beckoning yet forward moving throughout.
Passive and pro-active, two halves at war.
A peaceful countenance to the questioning mind
Calmly poised and with weapons at the ready.
A liver of life, a giver
Of life’s secret end results.
A bard and a teller, a new age thinker...
A business man and a tinker.
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