Man
I know these three guys hanging from a ledge
Each clinging by the use of their own edge
One of them, a swordsmith by trade he was taught
Found life to be something harassed and faught
He was told by others to exchange his life
But, lavished it instead with the use of a knife
Now he’s stuck here on the ledge
With only his might as his edge
The other was scrawny and sheltered
Told him, “To succeed was in the letters”
Always choose the wizard in video games
He always believed intellect was to blame
A lust for emotion was his passionate promotion
But, noone fell lovingly with his brilliant solution
Now he’s stuck here on the ledge
With only his mind as his edge
The last man saw the ledge and said, "No,
I will not use my might to land a killing blow
nor will my mind I use to lie and show"
He climbed up the ledge breaking every bone
But, was the happiest of the three alone.