The senior man who always turns up as human.

The senior man who always turns up as human.

A self-made,
Evolving the world that is full of facade,
So congratulations this time,
With the equilibrium to balance the rhyme,
To the experience that can never be taken as an expense,
To the pattern of truth,
Designed on the clothes of worth,
To have earned the talk and do, With results that re-do,
Knowing that,
To be grounded is the head's hat,
That to lead,
Failure is to feed,
And to learn from mistakes,
Makes leading a firm stake.

Although the road was darker,
His light shines in the darkness being a seeker,
The one that turns up anytime and every time,
Holding his values like a staff,
Sharing his wealth of love in quaff.

It is an Eve,
To celebrate the time living to believe,
Expressing words that are on the sleeve,
Using a style termed a reeve,
To salute the senior man,
The one that always turns up as human.

Although the majority called him a stuntman,
While few claimed him to be a businessman,
But fewer tagged him a sportsman,
While the watchers called him a spokesman,
The watchmen termed him a caveman,
His entourage named him chairman,
While the policeman called the fireman to man the man,
Maybe they said he is a clergyman,
And all know he has the aura of a big man.

You can call him any man,
But no one knew him more than himself in pan,

He is the senior man who always turns up as human.

Picture taken by me.