His calming mien coruscates Like the effervescent Sol; He delights my brooding, rotten heart And frequently reduces me To cheerful smiles-- Even when I'm getting ready To clam up or shout! He makes me perceive A whole new otherworld, Where strife is but a fantasy-- Simply, by being himself. He stimulates in me the kind Of intrepid benevolence, Barely exhibited In this cowering, fraudulent realm-- Where greed and apathy Are the famous by-lines, Of almost every gleaming surface And every lurking being. If only I could be half the man, He stalwartly is; Then, mayhap, I'd also imbibe a trickle Of such peaceful countenance That precedes his steps, everywhere. Know the stupefying secret to this? It's ludicrously bizarre, you see; But, I'm not even his kid-- And yet, I wish to be just like him! "Inspiration" His calming mien coruscates Like the effervescent Sol; He delights my brooding, rotten heart And frequently reduces me To cheerful smiles-- Even when I'm getting ready
