The Magesty

So common is the man, who travels this road,

Every day he walks with his head hung high.

So common are his shoes that he wears on his feet,

But nobody hears his cry.

This man is the man that you see everyday,

Traveling to and from.

Where is he going and where is he coming from,

The question seems so dumb.

Why look down upon this man that seems so simple,

Because he keeps to himself.

Nobody knows and dares to asks,

What’s his health or even his wealth?

Seeing him move seem like a great impression,

So independent and so strong,

He sits alone when he gets tired,

In this hustling, bustling town.

The man is the man only he can be he,

So true and sure that’s right.

As bright as daytime and hot is the sun,

Then darkness must be night.

So why is this man always alone?

He never says a word.

Excuse me and thank you is the most we hear,

Not even a grunt or moan!

Time they say will tell a story,

But what’s a story without and ending.

If no one sees the blood that runs,

Then who can stop the bleeding.

by Derek Headley.