Every man has two natures:
The old man and the new.
The old one is deception;
While the new one, it is true.
And so, I saw within him
A person I could love.
He was as wise as a serpent
And yet as gentle as a dove.
It was not the roaring lion
That pranced around as king,
But was the gentle lamb
Whose noel I did sing.
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This blog contains simple, thought provoking and deeply reflective poetry written by American poet, Doris Trueheart. Here is a large expanse of her poems covering a myriad of topics reflecting her heart.
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