An Ordinary Man


They say you walk with angels.

They say you amble along crystal clear streams,
admidst great golden plains and rolling green hills.

They say it’s a wonderful place, a beautiful place,
a kingdom for the very special among us.

But special doesn’t sound like you
not the ordinary man I knew

So I don’t believe it;
I knew you better then and I know you better still

There is no bubbling brook where you walk
no pastures of green
no plains of gold.

You are with me.
I see you when I look into my eyes;
I hear you when I speak, I recognize you in the simple idea,
the solitary thought,
the singular hope
that I live my life the way you lived yours.

And I know in my heart
I will only ever be an ordinary man.

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