A gentle man

That I chose off the brow on downward slope to sit,

seemed apt and offered chance my life’s work to

visit, with faces now lost to whom honesty I vow.

Have I shown favour to my fellow man, held out a

hand, offered water to parched traveller, sought

comfort to give or dew streaked cheek to damp. Or

have I cast a glance towards those at lowest ebb

and felt grand I was not them, with hurried stride

looking askance. I desire no prize, no need have I

for a maidens fawning fan, no medal, coin or gold,

or other earthly treasure, this member of humanity

will be content to be known as a gentle man.

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