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Gods That We Never Became: a Poem
Man's potential keeps intriguing me
how little of it all of us are using
not thinking of all that we could be
making our purpose so confusing.
This man is a secret powerhouse
but reduced to a battery-run toy
with willpower voltage of a tiny mouse
knowing but imitations of a true joy.
Man being a dynamo of a strong intent
capable of some miraculous feats
but all that he does is whine and vent
when his abused brain overheats.
Yes, we are mini-gods in our heart
with a vitality that knows no border
but seemingly not really smart
to keep our world in a decent order.
Man is so many other things
that put him on a pedestal high above
but slow at following what he preaches and sings
that very first thing---how to love.