Calm

In his daily search

for calm, peace, ease,

even happiness,

he dresses himself as a poet,

a spinner of yarns,

a writer of maybe’s,

a frail human with hopes.

Some people think he’s witty,

but he knows that 

just comes from good reading.

A few friends know him as kind,

and that one he accepts as true,

failing sometimes in the attempt,

but always trying.

Forgetting the frequent failures,

he simply does his daily work,

lives his life,

tries to give good to the world.

Oh, and he keeps in touch.

People know that he’s keeping it a hundred.

His friends like that.