3 parts of a man

There are 3 parts in an average man

Which I shall reveal – listen if you can

The first is the being he regards himself as

And is often misleading for all would say ‘class’

Even if he’s stupid, he makes pretence

And on being accused, never puts down his fences

This is not the true type for this as you know

Is an exaggeration – an adding up of more

For man flatters himself with the thought

That he possesses the virtues, by all others, sought

Never will he admit he’s a common man

And is only of the ‘just average’ brand

The second is the man the others take him for

Neither is he like the first, no, never, nor

Is he true for men are apt only to see

The qualities that outside our true selves be

Some are plain false, and some are quite true

Though no man gets the respect that is to him due

So the second is a mixture of exaggeration and lies

It, the first part, with the third one, ties

The second’s a mere front that is put on

So do beware, for here I am, to warn

The third, let me tell, is the person you should know

For he’s the real man, the ‘being’ you should know

He’s the man with his virtues and vices

The one who’s really there to play all the dices

He hides behind the other two – a convenient mask

And in the light of their admiration, does, serenely bask

Now that I have told you, examine your heart

And see for yourself, truly the art

By which it divides you into three

And then you can yourself, in many lights, see.