I MET THE MAN
I met a man who met a woman, A goddess of beauty, She had sweet lips ,he said, She was a prize, a gift to mankind, I met the man who met that woman, The goddess of disguise, She became evil like he said, A curse , a flaw upon mankind. I helped the man up,worn out and frustrated, a once handsome lad,turned shabby rogue, His shabby beard,the unkempt hair,total distress, I painted his portrait of misfortune, And pitied him with an ear, Lending him my shoulder, To cry his tears dry, a messed up man! The precious ruby, he termed, Stabbed him with deceit, And mutilated his soul with infidelity, She'd set out to maul him, Drained his pockets to a safe with cigarette butts, A princess he said,turned this prince to a frog, In the name of love, A sinful desire, His fateful destruction , I met that man.