Men are but men

2/9/15
I looked at the man,
standing on the floor beneath,
scholarly and wizened,
white the tinge of his beard.

Fondly I raised my arms,
and waved with a smile.

Of response there was none,
as he looked on with melancholy,
staring right beneath me,
making me realize my folly.

Unseeing in his gaze,
neither expressionless,
nor uncouth,
or so I thought,
till the cacophony of womenfolk high,
made me realize with a sigh,
that men were but men.

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