The Selfish Sun

They call me selfish and glorify my name;
They say I’m egotist, I egoist remain;
I’m too serious, self-centered, out of touch
With others. Glad I am (and very much)
That such are not my brothers.
I think too much, spend too much time
Alone. I’m happy for my “crime”
And will not e’er atone. If I were sad
They’d not denounce me, not a single crafty one,
But I do them denounce because I am a sun.
The selfless shades are crowding all around.
They think they’re something, but make no thinking sound.
The sun is strong, knows not of shade or night,
Supreme in his own joy of his own light.

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