Just A Man Poem by Lone Dog

I met a man
Who had just pulled into Tim Horton's.
He was driving a gleaming new vehicle.
It was sleek and fast and luxurious
Just what I had always dreamed of,
And I envied it.
I asked the stranger how he liked his car.
He shrugged his shoulders and responded,
'It's just a car.'

I met another man
Who impressed me with his immaculate appearance,
His intellect and his demeanor.
He seemed to be all I ever wished to be
And I envied him.
On getting to know him,
I discovered
He was just a man.