He sits all alone
Aloof and quiet in a corner
Without light
Without any speech
His eyes are dark
So very deep
He has seen so much
But told none
His body is lean
Full of hard worked muscle
From true hard labor
Very well deserved
His hands are rough
From his hard labors
Very wide and tough
Yet gentle as a child
He sits quietly
Sees all, says nothing
He hears every word
But never moves
~Chrystal
Written on
March 16, 2001