I recently crossed upon
Happy ole fellers
All focus embossed with new day
They're jolly ole elves
And great story tellers
Themselves only smiles on display
For me unexpected to see joy projected as easy as they seemed to gate
That stride light and breezy
I quickly suspected
For few have I met this elate.
But to my own gain
I noticed their aim
Was not set on chance of own glory
Beholding to listen
Authentic care given
Was eager to hear my own story.
Before I then knew it
Was deeply drawn to it
That happy, that smile, that elate.
Just genuine fellers
Surreal daily dwellers
Who taught me, day happy, partake.
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