wrinkled skin,
hunched back-
a hopeful man.
“there are no bad days,”
he says.
with a flare in his eyes,
he works.
he speaks of justice,
of courage, of hope.
he knows:
from earth he has come,
and to earth,
he shall return.
but that doesn’t bother him;
he believes in the sun.
clouds and seasons can try,
earth can turn,
but hope remains–
just like the sun.
neither a nihilist
nor a loner.
he is a father,
a man of purpose.
- SurajC.