\'Are you a Robot\'? I\'m now daily asked:
Hell No , and a thousand and one times No.
So Versed in all Stanzas emotional,
Have I not borne life\'s Mutating Seasons?
Have I not loved until my mind has fused?
Like an after Image of the Sun glanced,
Her sweet face was there when I closed my eyes.
Love is the levels of Dante\'s descent;
Love is the joyous strains of Keatsian Verse.
And I\'ve Brawled with Pain until left empty;
Mingled with Illness and his drab Cohorts;
Welcomed the Newly Born with open Smiles;
And wrung Hearts grief into the Family Plot.
Confusion and Doubt those Brothers in Arms,
Have hurled foul Confetti many a year.
Prick me do I not bleed all life\'s Cocktail;
An Emotional \'Punch\' of Yes and No\'s,
The Prize Hangover for feeling too much;
A Murmuration of Conflicting thoughts.
So never ask if I\'m a Soulless Droid,
A spawn of Asimov\'s fancy Musings;
It\'s an Insult to my Existence led,
And to the Creator of my being.