Tall and Big

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A man called life climbs up his marble stairs

As lover, father, other pulsing parts

Assigned to him, perhaps in different pairs,

Half rhymes.  Because we cannot tell men’s hearts,

We do not know if one, as president

Or poet, will become a reigning sway

In lives we wake to.  As a resident

Inside a woman or habitue

Of glory, he will fill some destiny.

Perhaps though he will be collapsed down in

An alley as his place by doom’s decree.

Males fill the world with splendor’s lines and sin.

  Men start as dreams’ best hopes, as large and deft

    As Lucifer, and end with Satan’s heft.