Inside a weatherbeaten drum,
there sat a man, alert but glum.
It was, of course, Diogenes,
he'd fled the world and its distress.
...
Read full text
I think I could use a 'Diogenes' now and then to answer my neverending questions on life! Very nice Herbert. :) Sincerely, mary
I've enjoyed the craft you exhibit in your poems. This is no exception. Well-crafted and concise with an interesting rhyme scheme to boot. All the best. HDC