Man of Kind
In a world of wandering souls,
I seek the man of kind,
A beacon of wisdom, steady and whole,
Unbound by the chaos of the mind.
A man who strays but finds his way,
Back to the essence of his being,
Serene and still, come what may,
Resisting the temptations fleeting.
Imagine a man standing tall,
Amidst the rumple and the fray,
Refusing to succumb to the fall,
Choosing the righteous path each day.
I yearn for a man of sense,
A father to nations, a guide,
Respecting women without pretense,
Raising children with love and pride.
In the midst of all mankind,
I search for that rare gem,
A man who will never be blind,
To the sacredness of being human.
A man preened and conservative,
Yet open to growth and change,
In a world so often disruptive,
I still long for a man so strange.
For in the vast expanse of humanity,
Amidst the flaws and the flaws,
I dream of a man of true integrity,
A beacon of light, a noble cause.
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