Quatrain of Neanderthal Wit
Neanderthal - old humans
I may be a Homo Sapien,
but I think like a Neanderthal,
When I look up at the stars
I see lights where spirits crawl.
Forming the basis for my concepts
as I reach out to my fellow man,
My thoughts skip from star to
star in search of who I am.
Unearthed for science, bones
that once held thoughts like mine,
Are forever placed on display
for the curious to read like a sign,
It may be that my logic has been
reinforced by the stars that are lit,
And the reason the Neanderthal
lived by his will and not by his wit.
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