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I sit and watch

watch them swarm around you like bees to honey

each biting  and tasting that sweet necter

each singin their songs

writing their poems

comparing notes



each claiming this and that

taking your words

words you say from your heart

taking them and twisting them this way and that



this one claims you are this

and another says that



they take a man who has a heart so pure

and they twist him

and bend him to their own



they welcome his warm embrace

his tender touch

as he wipes away their tears

listen to their stories

lends a helping hand  with out hesitation



then its his turn to hurt

to bleed

to need  embraced

a tear  wiped away

a healing word whispered



and where are these same people who claim to know him so

where are the tender touches

the whispered words of encourgment

the tears wiped from that sweet handsome face



i'll tell you were

to busy singing songs

writing poems

claiming to know a man

none  know



he has a heart of gold

always listens to what is told

never one to judge

always there to hold your hand



so to those who claim to know him so

i say this



write your songs, your poems

but when the ink has dried

can you honestly stand

and say

i know this man