True Value
Thirty, yet so erudite
Moved by love and
Moved by spite
Sworn to be someone’s white knight
Ready at 13.
Faced by such a daunting plight
To judge on sight
Or hold on tight
Learned to always greet a fight
for fun or loyalty.
With science he did learn to kite
To soar upon the wings of might
Commerce flies at lower heights
He glides there in the green.
In lower powers. Still some nights
finds music, art, his heart alights:
a hidden poets soul delights.
And there I find his green.
