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Flog Not a Horizontal Man
A horizontal man beaten by life vicissitudes
Don’t flog
On him dump not platitudes
To clog his misfortune on the blog
Where his reputation you whip
Out of shape, out of contention
To snip and nip
The devotion
Once on him you doted
Unstintingly
As him you courted
Ingratiatingly
Until he fell on hard times
Sunken and forsaken
As clock chimes
Never mistaken
Heralded a new era
For wheels to spin for the better the man’s fortunes
Adding an invincibility and indefatigability edge to the aura
The man with gratitude received to the accompaniment of melodies and tunes
That turned three hundred and sixty degrees
The man’s life towards a new magnetic North
That engendered the commencement of pedigrees
That enabled the man to rise from ashes and burst forth
Carving him a niche of happiness under the sun
Smiling and styling
New horizons in a vertical zone
Filled to the brim with a brand new feeling of healing.
Copyright ©
John Sensele
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