by Maurice A. Williams
6/13/2007 / Poetry
His sad, unthinking, staring eyes,
Protruding brow, receding chin;
Colossal strong gorilla sighs.
Why must I stare at him?
Am I Australopithecus,
Or maybe Zinjanthropus,
Evolving ape, that's all?
There's more, I'm sure, that makes a man
Than flesh and skin and bone.
I love! I weep! I think! I am
Like Tim: don't want to be alone.
Maurice A. Williams
Author of "Apocalypse: Four Horsemen Three Woes." http://www.geocities.com/mauricewms2003.
Williams is a semi-retired Director of R&D and still works as a consultant. He is married, lives at home, and has four children and six grandchildren.
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