When it was silent and he could speak freely
An old man told the assembled throng.
How honesty had been his trade. In every word
he lived by burden of truth, he spoke how to be
true, to your heart, to your soul, to your spirit,
to make integrity the treasure of his duty. Calmly
and frankly he told all, glad to share.
He wondered if anyone listened, he looked at each
expressionless face. He waited for an answer, he
sought a sign, any reaction. Had his words been dust
on the breeze, ghosts at a banquet, so he left, alone.
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