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.... A. Sailor

Who is "A. Sailor" you naively ask? 
I'll try to explain, but it's no easy task. 
He's smart, yet he's dumb; he's shy yet conceited. 
He's easily beaten, but never defeated. 

He is nearly sixteen and a little past fifty, 
Though he wastes all his money, he's really quite thrifty. 
He hates getting started but he loves to begin. 
He's in love with most women and dislikes most men. 

He's strong as an ox and exceedingly weak. 
Rude and obnoxious, he's incredibly meek. 
He loves you or hates you, sometimes he can't tell. 
He believes in a heaven but not in a hell. 

He can be your best foe, or the worst kind of friend. 
Stops at the beginning and begins at the end. 
He's lived his life backward; he's growing young fast. 
He's departing the future on his way to the past. 

He can be an angel but sometimes wears horns, 
He bypasses sidewalks to walk in the thorns. 
He's not really a poet, he can't even spel. 
He dips words from his mind like a drink from a well.

He colors way outside the lines when he can. 
He follows the leader but he's his own man. 
He thinks he is smart but in truth he's a fool. 
He always was brilliant and stupid in school. 

He wants to live longer but not to get old. 
He's warm and he's loving, unfriendly and cold. 
He likes who he is but wants so much to change, 
Loves life in the city; is at home on the range. 

When you think that you know him he'll change just for spite. 
He lives for the darkness but he loves the light. 
He is constantly changing but always the same. 
And as for "A. Sailor" well, that's just a name. 

Or here is another last verse I might use, 
You decide for me will you? 'Cause I just can't choose. 
I'm sorry I fooled you. I'm shy. Can't you see? 
There is no "A. Sailor" my friend, there's just me.

Authors Note: About A. SAILOR: ~A. Sailor...Started out as an attempt to explain the name I use when I write this stuff. It quickly changed into an exercise in writing contradictions into each line. It still is kind of about me, but mostly not. I love writing "between the lines". There is a line from an old Karen Carpenter song that I love. "Listen to the melody, cause my love is in there hiding". That doesn't have anything to do with this poem. I just like the song.

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