A QUIET MAN
A quiet man, still tall and strong
With aging grace, he walks along
The road of life that urge him on
To love and feel, ’til breath is gone.
A rugged face, blue searching eyes
Betray his inner anxious side
Unruly hair, still mostly sand
A ready smile and kindly hand.
Simple comfort in his dress
But stylish in his casualness
Presents a well-groomed healthy air
The scent of Guerlain vetiver.
Mind built up o’er many years
Of school and work and artist’ tears
Gives him a sure and grounded sense
Of power and easy confidence.
But there’s a darker side to this
Of drugs and blackness’ deep abyss
Of unloved child in quiet pain
And struggle to the light regain.
With love and pride a family raised
Adults now, going their own ways
A home, a place of quiet rest
And gentle friends with whom he’s blessed.
And deeper loves, sweet bye and bye
Bright comets in the deep night sky
Sing joy for all the world to see
In vastness’ time sweet ecstasy.
Such is the man you see walk on
Down his road to Babylon
A quiet faith in life he holds
It carries him as he grows old.