Renaissance Man

Renaissance Man I've aspired in my life to be Renaissance Man, be life's fool though world perp walks its way into sin. As a poet, through physics, my music, a friend, if I'm weak as a lover, I never descend to the depths of lame fake-news, and help livelihood of those seen to be game, who have hearts that chop wood. Love to teach folks to fish, should that help more to win, but should I give a minnow to one with no plan? As a boy, I played tennis and loved to compete; though adult learned to swim, the teen drowned (at each dip). Learned new skills: I could move stuff (sell Eskimos, ice), plot earth's magnetic field back through time (with device chilled to absolute zero), through sediment rock (prehistoric lake bottom core samples), A shock when they did for they proved North and South poles can flip if you wait (say ten thousand years plus, then repeat). Lord! Exploring the world (as a young man) was fun! And before I was thirty, the Peace Corps would give me the skills to build roads in East Africa's scrub, to teach Physics in Asia. I'm nuts for their grub! Oh, samosa's taste heaven, merged spices (hell's fire), trapped in shotgun-like marriage, exploding desire! Trust me! Renaissance blooms in your heart! Let it live! In the halls of most lucky, live chosen! I'm one! Brian Johnston 7th of January in 2021