Portrait of a Young Man
The portrait hangs on my living room wall
A young man whom I’ve never met at all.
In warm pastels an artist caught his essence
Somehow I wanted to enjoy his presence.
I found him in a Savannah antique shop
And seeing his portrait I just had to stop.
Invariably folks ask if he is Adam, my son
So, as I am wont to do, I have a little fun.
“No,” I say, “A lad I picked up in Savannah.”
When they gasp, I add, “Oh, holy Hannah!”
Then we have a good laugh, they admire,
When nonchalantly I add, “He was for hire!”
Written June 9, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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