The Simple Man
He walked a mile,
and came back empty-handed,
but in his heart was freedom,
for he was never branded.
He lost battles,
and put the many to rest,
but in his heart was justice
for he fought amongst the best.
He bravely sailed,
amongst the waves was beaten,
but in his heart was meekness,
for he was never taken.
He reigned thus high,
and was always needing more,
but in his heart contentment,
for he walked aside the poor.
He ran the race,
with a torch, he felt the burn,
but within his heart is love,
for he really lived his turn.
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