Howard J. Witsend, philosopher,
(In degree and practice)
Contemplates his worth.
Recollection of times past,
He recalls an occurrence
When Aristotle would have smiled.
Howard, dancing and strutting
Recognized a distressful situation.
A girl, attractive, the recipient.
A drunk, man, annoying,
The antagonist. The drunk
Lost control of his hands,
His better judgment.
Repeated denials ignored. Howard
Became the hands of decision.
Rare movement into action,
Howard decisively thwarted
Uncomfortable maiden
Stupidity inebriated.
Howard threw his hands,
Not at a face,
Rather he blocked the drunk,
Scolded with kindness,
“Don’t do that (or I’ll kill ya)!”
Howard had lived up to
His own definition of a “good” man.
Aristotle is still frowning, though.
Howard commenced dancing,
Strutting,
Realizing the situation had passed.
Suddenly, he feels warmth,
A presence is with him.
He turns slowly, behind him,
Dancing and strutting, the maiden.
Howard and the maiden danced
Close, far, fun. Never a word
Uttered between the two.
Aristotle grinning. Howard grinning.

05/18/2005

Author's Note: ((Must read The Misadventures of Howard J. Witsend #4 – A “Good” Man? to understand the full meaning.))

Posted on 05/18/2005
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