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THE POET
THE POET
If we do like it or we don't,
A man is stature not his thought.
They respect that man for his coin
And treat a poet as a clown.
A poet walks thinking himself
A man whose knowledge fills a shelf
With books, none but him is so fond,
But others don't lift from the ground.
Woe to the kind man whom he sites
To hear the poems he recites.
He spends most boring times with yawns;
His reader dreams of laurel crowns.
His wealth for him is not what counts;
His wife and kids live on dump mounts.
He saunters like a proud peacock
While people see him like a joke.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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If we do like it or we don't,
A man is stature not his thought.
They respect that man for his coin
And treat a poet as a clown.
A poet walks thinking himself
A man whose knowledge fills a shelf
With books, none but him is so fond,
But others don't lift from the ground.
Woe to the kind man whom he sites
To hear the poems he recites.
He spends most boring times with yawns;
His reader dreams of laurel crowns.
His wealth for him is not what counts;
His wife and kids live on dump mounts.
He saunters like a proud peacock
While people see him like a joke.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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