Janus - My Poem About a Two-Faced Man
We've all met someone like this. It's just that I chose to write a poem about him:
- Was he close to you?
- Did you work with him or for him?
- Did you love him, do you love him?
- Were you infatuated or affected?
- Do you recognize him......was it you?
Here's my Poem:
I see a beaming face
slow deliberate speech,
softly spoken, slow to anger,
a man who never panics,
hugs, kisses, handshakes;
I see a humanitarian who thinks
dynamic deep and lateral thoughts
and changes lives.
I see a smile that does not reach his eyes,
unthinking waspishness cause tears -
I see a gleam of avarice
masked by over-effusive warmth,
engulfing ambition masquerade
as modern business practice,
missed appointments with those
he deems underlings;
I watch him extract unpaid labour
through broken promises
to insecure believers,
loyal workers lulled by bonhomie.
The good man is no angel
the bad man is no beast
The Romans called him Janus
Who faced both West and East
© Diana Grant 8 March 2008
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