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The way of Aesop?
a short poem born out of curiousity for this individual.
He created fables that are still being told.
His legacy of morals has survived the test of time.
Yet this man, from recounts was ugly and deformed,
high pitched speaking, bow legged, hunch-backed.
His appearance and voice left him repulsive to others,
to some others he attracted them to his mind.
He elevated his personal position, socially migrating from a slave to a sage.
Was his a long game of fortune or wit,
that prepared him to counsel the leaders of his day.
He made them laugh, and entertainer was he,
perhaps, the earliest jocular coon, emmh.
The question presenting itself, to some, to see,
which animal did Aesop consider himself to be,
the cunning fox,
the madman selling wisdom,
or that sensible ass?
The stories he portrayed were reflexive in quality,
yet this quality criticised others.
Being a Griot, he mocked comfortably.
Another question; was he comfortable with himself?
Even so, his name Aesop,
provided by the masters of antiquity,
from an age pocketed with myth.
With one tale, we are told, he states he had nothing to give,
a sassy answer foretelling his gift.
Was he the Lucky Man or idea created,
by those providing answers to the zeitgeist of their day?
There are parallel lines to be drawn from the fruits of such a mind.
Can we survive today,
being tutored by morals,
in an Aesop Way?