David

When he was young
people loved David at first sight-
loved him until they came to hate him, that is, ,
beauty often willing to bestow itself
but rarely to share.

When he grew old
people hated David at first sight-
hated him until they came to love him, that is-
having no more beauty to bestow
at last he learned to share.

poem by Morgan Michaels
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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