The Man Poem by Max D. Hornbogen

He stood there watching the clock, as time seemed to be sliping away. For a man, he has only time on his side. Sometimes he counts numbers, even when things were out of place. For each smile he gives, was for comfort and joy. Knowing that the people that he loved was always in his heart.

He had a smile that could tell everything. But he was just a gentle soul, but when he spoke it was out wisdom. If he looked in your eye's, he could tell that you have seen many things.

Do you see the cloulds above, they are so blue indeed. For a man, he has everything to see.

July 12th 2009
Max D. Hornbogen