His nose is rosy,yet people say his chances are dim
He is so chatty,yet people say he is a recluse
He chooses whom to interact with,yet people say he is unwise
He bathes,dresses and ties his turban neatly,yet people say he is shoddy
He never abandoned anyone,yet his kids gave up on him
He usually meets me,at the lake.Where he feeds the ducks
He feeds them slowly,always in control,yet people say he is chaotic
He laments “I wish the same ones come back to me,but they don’t”
The ducks don’t but I always do…
the reluctant tester 
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