Wilma R. Cole
A Diamond In The Rough - Poem by Wilma R. Cole
He is an old man, now -
The brown sinew of his body and hands
Is clearly evidenced in the works
He leaves to man.
A man of humble origin and birth -
He followed the Golden Rule for his fellowman.
He asks only for what is rightfully his;
With respect and dignity he earned with pride.
A man `so called' A Diamond In The Rough.
Man created in the image of God
Is unique in the Universe.
Man alone `creates'.
Through man's creative powers
He directs his Destiny.
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