I often see him everyday
As he goes on his way
I like his very cheerful face
The way he walks with gentle grace
Whenever I am in loneliness
I always think of his gentleness
Anywhere when i see him smile
My troubles go through they are one file
I also like the way he smiles with it
A twinkle in his gloomy eyes
For one he is the handsomest of men
And he seems to be a reflection of heaven
For him I have an admiration
For he is my inspiration
Since I can't tell him personally
I've decided to write in poetry
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AN: This poem is originally written by my beloved grandmother....May she rest in peace...
