The reader of this poem
Is as old as a leaning oak
Wiser than a learned owl
Funnier than your favourite joke
As tired as a weary sloth
More complex than a code
Stranger than a foreign tongue
As grumpy as a toad
As shy as every hiding snail
More stubborn than a teenage girl
As selfish as a preening cat
As precious as a pearl
The reader of this poem
Is opposites rolled into one
He's never sure quite what he is
He's finished - and he's just begun.
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