THEN THERE IS THIS MAN



There are men
And there are men.

Men, bulging with strength,
Strutting with courage.
Men, pretentious in their honesty.
Men, decorated for their bravery.

There are men
And there are men.

Then, there is this man.
Secure in his strength,
Admittedly anxious when courage calls.
(Only cowards feign calmness,
He will tell you.)
An open book in his honesty.
(Only thieves steal the truth,
He will tell you.)
No medals to show, but a brave heart
He wears.
(Only the dead care to wear medals,
He will tell you.)

Most men play by the rules or not.
Most men play by the numbers or not.
They have calculated and lost their souls,
He will tell you.
I play with the Gods,
He will tell you.
The Gods play by heart. 

It is his heart
That makes him a gentle man.
It is his heart that makes him different
From other men.
(Winners and losers do not have a heart
He will tell you.)
It takes a heart to beat the odds,
It takes a heart to go the distance,
It takes a heart to do more than run the race.
It takes a heart to cross the finish line.
It takes a heart,
He will tell you.

Yes, there are men
And there are men.
And then,
There is this man.



HAPPY FORTY FIRST BIRTHDAY, DAVID!

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