King of the World

by

Faye Hoffman

There's an old man on the street,
that I talk to everyday.
I help him to where he's going,
as he walks with unsteady pace.

His worldly belongings,he holds in his hands.
His treasures,he shares with me.
He always smiles with missing teeth,
at any stranger who cares to speak.

A ragged coat and worn out gloves,
cover this broken old man.
The hair on his face,covers his age,
but his eyes tell me something more.

He's the King of the world,
as he travels in his time.
All the Earth belongs to him,
he has no need of simple things.

All the people reach out their hands,
and coins fall at his feet.
Everyone in this world must love him,
they take care of his every need.

As I watch the old man walk away,
I start to understand.
In this life he'a made his own,
he's a King in his own land.

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