Soul

A soul,
One gift;
The power to shift.
Can he please humanity
Or is it vanity?
Insubstantial,
Recreational
Seeking immortality.
With no regard for self,
A modern day tragedy
Before our eyes.
Despise him if you wish,
That dish served cold.
And the platter
Doesn’t matter,
As a man grows old.

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