Perhaps Myself
        by strlcuckoo   (1jerseyboy@Writing.Com)
He stands so tall;
Of average height.
A man of wealth;
Poverty his plight.

The smartest man;
Though so often wrong.
Standing alone;
One among the throng.

The man's in love;
Yet his heart’s broken.
A bard is he;
His words unspoken.

One life to live;
Many decades passed.
The end so near;
Forever at last.
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