An Enigma To Some
He could weep and be sad,
Even his own sometimes thought him mad;
Turned over tables,took issue with friends,
Oft-times mixing with the ill-repute-
Wise as a serpent,innocent as a dove,
Speaking the truth with a heart of love.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2017
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