I found myself recalling an old poem I wrote which I found somehow relevant today. I post it here




The Zen Public Servant

Fastidious

Starched shirt paisley tie
Both worn and frayed
but worn with style

Suit shining witness
to countless years

White silk handkerchief
Mottled as ancient cream

Shoes cracked
Polished to a glow

Meticulous

He is seminal
To the community

A profession
Of great regard
And universal need

His chambers
City Hall square

The town mendicant
Providing
chance for giving
And receiving

Gratitude





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Written on 2021-07-24 at 03:04

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Rarely have I seen the like in towns here. But, I like the idea that this chap hasn't lost his sense of self pride. No dirty nails, or bowed head. I suppose, he would get more eye contact, which says a whole lot more about me , yes.
2021-07-24


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
I think you have definitely spotted a member of the servante publicaus family. Although these days their plumage is a bit different. The cracked shoes made me smile.
2021-07-24