Some places seem to remember
The souls that have seared their embrace
The hands that were laid on the wheel
The decisions the tempest the grace
The guidance of knowing just what to do
When the winds seem to flounder and fail
To inspire us to imagine it, soon having it wail

Some people seem to gather “men”
Their essence, a beacon in the noise of life
Their presence a kindness, simple elegance
They have found, a devotion to lifting strife
they give of themselves ‘til there’s nothing left
Like a royal always devoted and outwardly kind
Yearning a moment of solitude; nothing on the mind

01/31/2020

Posted on 01/31/2020
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