When he dozes off into a sleep,
Like stump of rotten tree
His bodily frame is,
Like lime when slaked
His mind becomes.
When he is suddenly awake,
Real is his wisdom, solid and true ,
Nor cares what's hidden to pursue --
I've had a heart-to-heart talk to him,
And I know that it is so.
Such dim and dark his aimless mind!
For this simple reason,
Not every Tom, Dick and Harry
From him can counsel find.
What sort of man is he at his 123?
Share
Print
Save
Follow
Love ya!
Jane