A Man
A man finds himself in no need of head knowledge,
For he is facing the most high,
How would you start to debate with someone greater?
It would be liken to a babe giving an analysis on his own birth.
This man has been prideful long into his life,
So why in death should it be different?
This man never spoke of belief, in fear of being caught in mistakes,
Never would pick a side to stay in good grace,
However, in doing so he has made his choice.
This man lived for himself, he never felt obligated to help,
If someone asked him to, it was a chore,
Something to tack onto the wall of nice deeds that he did.
This man loved to argue his point, even if nothing came of it,
He was so consumed about his opinion that, his right of speech,
That he had forgot about your right not to listen,
So consumed was he about rights and how they could help him.
This man was human, but he hid behind his nature.
He was just a person, no matter who he was.
And his case was so common, to all of us.
In fact, he was human he was just that.
He was similar to many I know,
He has traits that you and I do.
Does he remind you of anyone you knew?
Possibly even you.
