To Be a Man

Who are they to judge? Their voices matter not What others choose to say..the names they toss about The ridicule, the scorn, why must they be so cruel? No value in the words they use No merit in their rules What it is to be a man? Who can say? They? The jeering lot? That's all they've got? Not ! I'll tell you of a man, A man he was in every way There was a man of whom I speak So like a rose, with gentle ways A butterfly, alone and forgotten Could safely light upon his palm And want to stay This man could love a poem Could kiss a baby, could love a song, And still be big and strong Would watch a bird, till the singing was done Until his dying day, he was strong He loved his roses, he loved the birds Recited poems, enjoyed the beauty His kindness walked with every step Until his journey over, and he was gone A stronger man?....there was none ................................................................................................................................. For Joe's contest "Here Comes The Judge"