Couldn’t claim him foolish,
For wit was placed on the edge of his eye.
Old charm eloquent speaker
Had salty remarks dusting his pride.
Clever Dainty gestures for ladies,
Sombre Stately frowns for life.
Indifferent was this Man of Concrete,
And different was his high.
Prestige lay open in his chest
And orderly was his laugh.
A similar taste had his stare,
None could escape his vision fair.
I had but only a single charm,
Of a weak stature and poor dime,
A humble request with an enduring shine.
An only smile to match his pride…….