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I admire the poet
who looks life seriously in the eye,
whose emotions he won't deny. 
I admire the poet who makes me cry,
but I'm not him, and I won't try.

I admire the believer
who will never discard
his beliefs when times are hard. 
I hold the believer in high regard,
but I don't believe - I'm scarred. 

I admire the lover
whose heart is brave and bold, 
made by Eros from solid gold,
his virtues I have extolled,
but I gave up.  My heart is cold.

I admire the man who contemplates,
who does what's hard and looks inside,
who lets his conscience be his guide,
but that's not me, besides,
my conscience already died.

I admire the philanthropist,
who thinks not of himself, but others,
who always helps his brothers,
but that's not me.  If I had my druthers,
I'd send them to their mothers.

I admire the hero
who stands up for what is true, 
as truth he always will pursue,
but I was squashed by powers who
broke me through and through. 

I admire the solver, the agent of change
who does more than only talk,
who takes action and walks the walk,
but that's not me. I just balk,
as I stand there and gawk. 

I admire the sage
who solves conundrums, unknown,
the keeper of the philosopher's stone,
his wisdom shining all alone,
but I only know we'll turn to bone.

I admire the earnest man
who settles not for the golden calf, 
who won't compromise or take half. 
I say, solemnly, on his behalf, 
life's a joke, let's laugh.

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