By The By

I see a good man behind his mother
On the sidewalk; he is an outstretched
Arm in his mother's hand, keeping up and
Watching the slow passers-by.

I see a good man carrying books
To his class; he holds them close
Against the wind and the cold
As he weaves through the slow passers-by.

I see a good man look to his watch
As he steps from the ledge of the curb.
He quickens his pace and looks to his side
To the faces of slow passers-by.

I see a good man who is losing to age
And whose shadow now bends fore
He pauses to rest in the midst of his walk
In the walkway of those passing by.

I see a good man who wished to be great
To add of his own to the world.
I see those around him, who loved him,
Who mourn him, and I, who but see him, know why.

by Patrick Foltz

Comments (1)

Brilliant! ! ! Ok, I was going to leave it at that, but they say that I have to enter at least 20 charecters. So additionally, upon reading this poem I think that it was written by a very attractive man.... ;)