I am just one person, but there are a trillion others built into me.
And most where worthy people who stood on sandy streets,
And welcomed long lost travelers,
To carry them to their stay.
Who would find a pearl in every basket and then send him far away.
Sometimes the eyes get darker and guilt rushes into the face,
Some call this Guy an idiot, but that doesn't really fit his guy's frame.
I see a man who feels something and is making an intelligent choice today.
I look to Victor with his ring of spice and think,"My God, what is left of Victor?"
Today, He made a Choice.
I will stay with him night and day.
Written by Shayla D. Smith
