A quest as old as time <br />As old as rhyme <br />It remains our mystery <br />A moment of majesty <br />A moment of depravity <br />A moment of reality <br />A moment of prosperity <br /> <br />Then why agonize <br />Over its compromise <br />That makes two give in <br />To their worst sin <br />Change what’s within <br />To something that otherwise <br />Should’ve never been. <br /> <br />Is it to be wild? <br />Is it for the child? <br />People think slow <br />Then get up and go <br />And make sure everyone <br />Will know <br />They had it <br />Whether it may or may not show <br /> <br />Then all meet <br />And all greet <br />Each other on the street <br />Every one has this secret <br />Every one has this meek streak <br />Every one has this weak streak <br />Each one will follow through this and next week <br /> <br />Some might laugh <br />At the other half <br />That call it life <br />And names like husband, strife, wife, knife <br />But that’s how we exist <br />But not why we exist <br />Strange isn’t it, by two we persist <br />While we’re unlabeled sexist <br />Just one by one we exit.<br /><br />Ragy Sandid<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/still-sex/
