These feet of mine have traveled so
These eyes, seen places they thought they may never go
I used to walk looking for the way
Until one day I realized I was already heading in the right direction
No need for supervision or inspection
The battered path on which I walk
A battered bath of which others will talk
Tales of my travels shall reach near and far
From the urchin at the ocean’s bottom
To the nebula amongst the stars
He was not like others they’ll say
He always seemed to walkabout in his own weird way
Never coming, rarely going, but always seeming to find his way
People came from far and wide
From binoculars they’d peer hidden on mountain side
Whispers and chatter of his behaviors and such
Never a man, known to blush
With the wind he came and he went
No real way of knowing
How his time was spent
But you always knew he spent it well
Doing good deeds
A strong man with very few needs
From time to time
He’d bathe amongst the weeds
A natural life he lived
Unconditional love, he was known to give
Without price, without pay
Perhaps just, for a smile on a face
A smile to stay, a smile to last
A truly good heart, vision so vast
Not too often a man of many words
Often he could be seen impermissibly feeding the birds
His smile reminded many, of the value of a penny
Copper shinned and brazen
His eyes beautiful like the horizon
Deep, friary and yearning
For a raindrop of knowledge worth learning
Open and opportune, like a picnic basket and a sunny afternoon
Little for granted
Often he enchanted
With little more than a breath
He was a man that lived, loved, and died with an enormous heart in his chest.

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