What brings peace to a soul?
Working through the day so bravely
What could possibly be his goal?
Maybe to get home safely
The work is steady and true
You know he has a clue
Wakes up early every day
Has coffee and packs his lunch
He only has so much pay
He knows the meaning of crunch
Some say that he’s an angel
And doesn’t have an angle
When can he take a break?
If there is no relief
What can we do for his sake?
To ease him of his grief
Never has asked for much
Will have to have the right touch
Will he ever open to others
He really needs to lie down
Give him lots of covers
Tell him he’s the toast of the town
Many want to salute him
Even when things look dim
What brings the peace?
We want to know
Some say miracles never cease
Some look for cosmic glow
He plans ahead for tomorrow
At ease with his load of sorrow
He hears bells when they ring
Is aware of every hour
Shares the songs he will sing
Never seems to be sour
Has faith in his God
A man is he from the sod
Stanski
November 28, 2020^
Steve Haarman 