Me and my roles

I am gentle, a being, too normal.
A friend, a son, a brother and a person,
roles in life, which for now is abnormal.

A guy never known to be formal.
Either a friend or a fickle to shun.
I am gentle, a being, too normal.

A trained dog which itself an abysmal
shares the fate of a failed son.
Roles in life, which for now is abnormal.

A goblet of hatred, never a being, rather an animal.
A brother, to a sister with no liaison.
I am gentle, a being, too normal.

A man with no regret, a life of no dismal,
too short to share and enjoy the fun.
Roles in life, which for now is abnormal.

Just my life and myself to be it's primal.
People yet to come, never to stay but over-run.
I am gentle, a being , too normal,
roles in life, which for now is abnormal.

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