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See the man dance

With his hat in his hand,

Ha had a changeless face

Yet smiled all he

Can.

Half way to nowhere

Is where he roams,

Half way to nowhere

Is what he calls his

Home.

It’s a steel like picture,

Painted on a rustic world

Where wealth is gold and silver,

True wealth, is not that at

All.

The stars are his diamonds,

That glow though darkened skies,

The rain his liquid gold

That’s his, and no

Lie.

All these riches given freely,

From his home called mother earth,

Yet seldom others see,

Nor realize its true worth.

I see the man dance,

With his hat in his hand,

I see now why he always smiles

That poor, yet wealthy

Man

© Jamest West