I’m a man of comfort
And I’m a man of pain
When I sense deceit
A feeling I disdain
I tend to smile
At compassion in the world
When people help each other
And the pull between boy and girl
The wag of a tail
A mischievous growl
The look of love
A playful howl
The nocturnal sky
And twinkling stars
The morning sunrise
In the golden hour
I write words of prose
As instructed by my muse
From deep within
Leaving no excuse
Giving to charity
To help those in need
Cause that’s who I am
Who I need to be
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