Three

A quiet man told me once "never

say much, it will turn on you.

Become the nothing

that eats at lonely nights

alone. Better to never

say a thing."

A small boy concluded "I'll do

it all cuz doing is better than

saying nothing. Better than what

the quiet man said."

A dreamer came by and dreamed

a better life than both.

They dreamed and worked

and said nothing til

a humble man wept

in a solitary place

over all three.

Then he said to me, "I am he;

to old age, yes to gray

I carry. I have made and

will save;

will bear and will

carry."

The dreamer, disolussioned,

cut a channel in his arm

to see if blood was real, or

just a dream and the boy, now a man,

said, “how, in saying 'I am he'

are you more wonderful than me?”

Quietly, the quiet man, too old

and mute would not hear, or speak.

And I, all three, asked of

the humble man to come

for me.