I Write Poetry

The Man

by: Rob Paquin

He was a man of so many tastes
He likes. He loves. He hates.
No remorse in his eyes, for being his own type of guy.
He simply leads the life he creates.

He was a man of many desires.
Chasing after all he requires.
Don't care if he fails, or if he rides off the rails.
He just follows that which inspires.

He was a man that was tied to his fate.
A fact he just wouldn't debate.
If you don't understand, it won't alter his plan.
Just ask, and he will translate.

He was a man who did what he did.
From his problems he never did hid.
He just rolled along, singing his own brand of song.
On his soul the devil did bid.

An offer; Quickly rejected.
Amid all of the falsehoods accepted.
A lie's still a lie, and he just couldn't abide
What the devil projected

He was a man well on his way.
Never had too much to say.
For there was no wrong or right, to how he lived his life
Just a man that would never be prey.

~The Snowdog

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