The Natural Man
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There exists a mortal
Who was born blind
Who grows and sees
Yet is short in sight
There exists a mortal
Whose self-will enslaved
Who quickens to err
Yet swallowed in pride
There exists a mortal
Who wishes to fly
Whose feet mark the miles
Yet races in weariness
There exists a mortal
Whose life is so short
Whom time hits the gong
Yet often forgets
-Nedukems