THE MARK OF A MAN

[MARCIA KOSTERKA]

THE MARK OF A MAN

Who stands tall, among those who bid to be?
Held high in esteem, and great in our favor,
The best of the best, in our faith never waiver.

Who do you see, that is greater than thyself?
When the image you see, from your line of sight,
A view in the mirror, a reflection less than right.

Who planted that seed, of thought in our minds?
That we needed a symbol, a measure to us all,
A picture of perfect, that won’t stumble or fall.

It occurred to me, as I observed a certain man,
Except for the fact, that it’s known to some,
Could it possibly be, that we’re intelligent dumb?

I met this man, with no outstanding traits,
An ordinary guy, with no claim to fame,
But I want to be sure, I remember his name.

At first I saw human, in some of his actions.
He knew very little, of things we take for granted.
He was certainly limited, and views from others were slanted.

He wanted a friend, he could cause to smile or laugh,
Suddenly nothing mattered, from where he came or his beliefs,
So I looked past his appearance, and viewed him underneath.

What lies beneath the surface, of some we never notice.
Can give a view of self, and brings us down to humble,
To break the veil of grandeur, and make a high horse crumble.

I need not say, too much about is person,
To tarnish what I see, or put him in the dark of sand,
But hold a lasting impression from the mark of a man.

Captain Ron 65

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