(For Atem)
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
I wonder what he means
That I'm as pretty as a magpie
But magpies chatter
Or did he mean, "a flower"?
But flowers are a nine day wonder
They're bright, resplendent and charming today
But tomorrow, they're dour, crest fallen and dull
So what does he mean?
Right now, I feel weak at the knees
Just because I didn't pry
But whatever is the matter
I'll stand my ground like a Roman soldier.
Why even listen to slander?
As my own boss, I can hold sway
Men are all liars anyway. They speak, and then mull.
That's why I believe in the golden mean.
copyright 2009
This poem is quite interesting but what strikes me most is your use of the golden mean.That is man should always try to be at the mid point neither too bad nor good just at the mid point.this can be paralleled to Aristotles philosophy of the the golden mean.
RépondreSupprimerYou`re right. That`s the whole point.
RépondreSupprimerYou will notice that I have edited the poem slightly to correct a spelling.
TMA