I met a fine man
Who was full of real gold.
He was not rich,
But his worth was untold.
For hidden within
His quiet facade
Were a beautiful heart
And the wisdom of God.
He reached out to others
By lending a hand.
He sought not a "name"
And made no demand.
In all that he did
He served with a smile.
He quietly worked
And would go the "nth" mile.
His heart was sincere
And gentle and true,
Loving and kind
And honest clear through.
Some may not notice
And fail to behold,
But his life is written
In silver and gold.
© 2006 Arlene Schwartzkopf