The Best of Man
With a forgotten desire to light up the night
Flickering embers of passion untold
Like stars at night are lost to day
Like a bird first to perch and later take flight
So is life a mystery never to unfold
Bringing more to do and much more to say
Has it not been that love does rekindle
Why surrender to time and take new turn
Why share memories so sooner forgotten
Is it not waste to ignite a candle
If after the night it melts and burns
Me think love food not wanted once eaten
Why bind a woman with the smallest prison
And upon her shoulders place obligations and duty
If first her heart she never did offer
Let her unfaithfulness battle first with reason
With another in heart your love is vanity
Her body she gives but her soul must suffer
If love was generous and justly fair
Why give to others what we need not
best
Countless are men who profess falsehood
To build up illusions ever so bare
They break old eggs to seek new nests
The treacherous trait of selfish manhood
Why pretend to be what we are not
Journey through life to return back
To comb the circumference of this sphere
Yet sell selves for less a penny bought
Taking steps forward to be taken aback
Oblivious to reasons like when, what and where
From dust came we why think us pure
Our hearts so small to love but we
A stain to spring yet purer than mud
We own no shell at the seashore
Sometimes what should may never be
Can a man love another more?
Copyright © Elizabeth Adams | Year Posted 2018
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