The One Who Comes Around

   There’s the man who thinks he’s funny and the man who borrows money, there’s the man who wants a favor haunting you with nerve profound, but the man who wants to cheer you, or the man who wants to hear you when you wish to air your trouble, O he doesn’t come around. There’s the man who will remind you there’s an enemy behind you, warning you against the neighbors that they’re tricky and unsound, but the man who daily labors for the up–lift of his neighbors, shedding sunshine on the hearthstone, O, he doesn’t come around. But the man who breeds disorders close to home and o’er the borders you will find him omnipresent, where humanity is found, and the man full of complaining, if it’s shining or it’s raining, when you need the golden sunshine, O, he always comes around.

c. Dec. 2, ‘09