Two Men

"Two Men"

Fine man of clever wit-
His mind the paint; the world the pallet
And as for the difference of all the world
And for this we remember his name
The world will never be the same

He gave the world his heart and soul
To it he paid such toll
He used his mind to invent-
His each idea of value and knowledge
He's got engravings on his name of great mileage

Never will he be forgotten
Nor the name of his kin
He gave the world everything
And in time he was granted
The knowledge of his seed being planted

Meanwhile the man who sits by the flame
Crying in woe at his life which remains the harsh same
And famous for crimes remains this man
But soon, he and his name will die
While in all hearts, the former man shall lie.

IDOMAD, 2007