Corregidor

                                                    
 
He's a bit off
That one
Writes poetry
Observes the passing throng
Passing judgment
On what's wrong
Pushing virtue
And venture
And all that out-dated stuff.
Isn't Wikipedia good enough?
He told a friend
Sleep gets interrupted
By a line
Or a cadence
Or an image.
Often talking to himself
At work
Distracted jerk.
Thinks a Heavenly input
Pens the lines.
Dances with beat
And rhymes
And Something beyond
Himself
Long assigned to the shelf.
By most of us.
Browning, an old one
Of like art
Wrote of the passing
Of a village bard.
Said he watched and mused
At others driven, confused.
And passed some lines
To Duke and Court
Hurt, hope or good report.
A man thought wise
To philosophize.
But we're beyond that.
No?

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