He sees death and beauty
In everything
And to glimpse and glare
At his soul
Is healthy and hurtful
He opens doors
Smiles- says
Yes maam and Yes sir
Is courteous and walks
With regality, confidence, and pride
Emulators a plenty
And he knows
Imitation is the biggest form of
Flattery
Yet in the same breath
He also knows flattery is for
Lickspittles and fools
He lives by his own standards
Most important
The golden rule
So he smiles, listens,
And attempts to be
The man
He wishes everyone on Earth
Could be
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