He stands where doubt and daylight meet,
with steady hands and restless feet.
A quiet fire behind his eyes,
a will that bends but never dies.
He builds his path through loss and gain,
finds strength within the weight of pain.
Not loud in word, but firm in plan—
the world is shaped by such a man.
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Nyra M (
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The qualities of a man put to rhyme in this wonderful poem
Thank you so much,appreciate your thoughts
You are most welcome
Sounds like a strong minded man.Great writer!
Thank you so much,I appreciate your comment.
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