Silent Strength
Behind the eyes his pain was silent,
world war two look firm and knowing,
with the great depression and hard times,
that experience never showing.
To clean the roads for half a dollar,
as a boy, his wages for the week,
and here I was with Sunday papers
making more at the eight o’clock peak.
I felt embarrassed but he was proud,
a life lesson with him on the street.
He never complained or was jealous
and he never gave in to defeat.
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*Image generated by Stewart Brennan on Night Café
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