(This is a simple poem I made and used to have as content in the "personal bio" part of my social network accounts.)The boy, though with a knight’s heart, is a gunslingerBeyond the laughter, not many can see the cold eyesA six-shooter or a six-string, it does not matterBoth are weapons, as well as the pen of a writerOn knock downs, he'll hear invisible cheers then he'll riseNever governed by the Laws of Odds, he rolls the diceThe boy, calm and cool as ice, patiently makes his standLife is Mexican stand-offs and showdowns and marvelsHe aims well...
