Glean

Saw him coming in
Or was it me going
Content with the simple
Whether rain, sun or snowing

Have to forget myself
To see that hidden place
That tells of health
Where the smile meets your face

Hands inside my sleeve
Fumbling with things
Meant to deceive
Or astound would-be-Kings

Excited by my treasures
Until they fail delight
With all of their pleasures
They can't set the ship right

Then comes a giggle
From the mouth of a kid
A snorf or a sniggle
From under the lid

Not much else matters
For a moment or two
The chides and the chatters
Disappear from view

And Peace takes it place
At the head of the class
And the lines on his face
Turn leather to glass

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