Simple Man
I am a man, polished and refined
there's mystery in my eyes not easily defined
I command my respect not with aggression
not physical prowess or possession
My will is of kindness, strength and transcendence
not ill will, ego and vengeance.
I have no need to impress anyone else
I have confidence, trust and respect in myself
No need to beat down and belittle another
I use my strength to lift up my brother
I will conquer my addictions, my demons and fears
growing ever stronger throughout my years
I will never stand idle and sit on a shelf
I will forge temper and master myself
Copyright © Robert Whitby | Year Posted 2012
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