note: orig written 1998 - true story and unedited
I did once see a man standing in the street
An eccentric? A bum? Supposed derelict
Not breaking stride I passed him without giving him his worth
My ears they were not open to the words that issued forth
When second time I saw him, a discovery of kind
In a room full of wordsmiths this gentleman I spied
And my ears were finally open to everything I heard
A warrior was he, his weapons were his words
And now I hear I will not see this giant for a third
And only now I think of those I've passed without a thought
And think now of the beauty in this life I have not sought
So, as you go through life, do please stop and look around
Because beauty is within us, and in this world it does abound
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