I have sat on bar stools
As fools
Pontificate in love and hate.
From on high, I
Have judged women and men
Thinking myself superior to them
Yet in the quiet
Of morning time
I rhyme
Of imperfect man
And I who am
As them.
I have sat on bar stools
As fools
Pontificate in love and hate.
From on high, I
Have judged women and men
Thinking myself superior to them
Yet in the quiet
Of morning time
I rhyme
Of imperfect man
And I who am
As them.
Great metaphoric. Thanks for sharing, Kevin! I hope you`ll enjoy a nice week. xx Michael
Thank you, Michael. I’m delighted you like my poem. You too have a good week!
Kevin
great poem Kevin
Thank you, Lorraine. I’m delighted you like it
Very good, Kevin.
Thank you, Esther. I’m delighted you like my poem.