JUST MAN

He is man,

Powerful, driven with the pride of a lion’s roar.

I stand in awe of his raw strength

Immersed in the urge to see each means to its end

Down to earth he stands

Struggling through the sands of time

Sometimes he forgets he’s just man.

Just man not without flaws

And claws caught in dreams sucking and draining from him like straws

Thirsty for the satisfaction normalcy could never bring.

He’s just man…but sometimes he forgets.

He sets his goals beyond the heights of heavens where no one knows

On his toes he stands so close to dip his fingertips in the clouds

And writes his name across the skies so his greatness shows.

He’s just man…but sometimes they doubt

So they abandon their routes and set out quests to the attest how his success abounds

Rounds of ammunition they fire aimed for his head, his chest

But his heart still pounds and his mind remains sound

Feet planted firmly upon the ground

He talks easy with order

His aura speaks in volumes so there’s no reason to shout

Yes, he’s just man but with reason they doubt.

His style is class meets swagger

The paths he treads many stagger on

And though sometimes his tasks get harder

He builds larger the legacy of loyal friend, visionary and hard worker.

He kneads his needs to feed his seeds

So his reputation precedes him as a dedicated father.

He’s just man…But sometimes I can’t comprehend.

His first impression is mirrored by his second

He tends to personify attributes of an immortal blend mere mortals brand a living legend.

Yet he is just man.

Drenched in the humidity of the humility he defines the basis of his humanity.

But that he is just man I still can’t comprehend

So I prefix him with super

I call him Superman.