The Little Sixty Watt Light

I told the old man
I didn't understand
his porch light
being on all day

A little sixty watt light
isn't that bright
compared
to the light of the day

And at best
even at night
it has just enough light
to be seen a block away

So he turned out the light
and its dark out at night
since the old man
moved away

The Hero

He floats above the mourners

amazed at the crowd

His words were never many

his voice was never loud

and the lives he touched

were by simple acts

only acts
that love
allowed