My Friend, the Walking Contradiction
He has a gentle way about him
when you see him passing through.
He doesn't say "look at me" with a big neon sign,
but his friendliness is subtle like an evening breeze
(a smile wrapped in one big parenthesis)
Cool as a cucumber, calm and collected,
(look careful and you'll find an intellect
dressed in a High-Five and a Way-To-Go!)
But the only thing that deceives me so
--- though I guess it can be forgiven (and please don't be livid)
but my friend Paul, he's a walking contradiction,
for "callous" he is not!
For Paul Callus
Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2016
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