There that man we saw each day,
Not one in town knew his name,
With a big smile he’d pass and say,
G’ mornin, peace, can I help?, good day.
He played with the children on the streets,
And became the companion of lonely souls.
He lightened a peasants burden load,
And served as the eyes of elder folks.
He was poor—yes poor as the ones he adored—
Dressed in all white from head to sole.
Yet we admired his elegant walk and talk,
His looks comparable to none at all.
He’d take one route each morning dawn,
From his poor home, wife, and young fawns.
So whenever we people in town needed him,
We’d know to find him on the throne as our King.
~The Peasent King (inspired by Richard Cory)