A Man Who Sits Alone…

Admiring the beauty of the surrounding land,

and the home he built with his own two hands.

In his comfortable chair, always facing the east,

for a few precious moments, not a care in the least.

Often daydreaming of someone special and rare,

the perfect reason to place another chair..

Or would the peace he’d known, soon be disturbed?

Would his tranquil life somehow be curbed?

He wondered if things should stay just as they are?

As he searched for the answers beyond the stars.

Just as sure as the changing of the seasons,

A man who sits alone, does so for a reason.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

Appeal of a Hardworking Man…

There’s nothing more appealing than a hardworking man,

with a purpose-filled vision and well-laid plan.

These things were mirrored when you introduced yourself,

your driven work ethic; the root of your wealth.

The confidence you displayed was solid and direct.

You approached me like a gentleman and came correct.

For you knew I’d be accepting of nothing less,

and neither would you; also deserving the best.

Our conversation clicked like a wrench to a screw.

There was something in me that reached out to you.

As you whispered your desires deep into my ear,

I could feel your energy as you pulled me near.

I detect that your past has taught you a lot,

while you dodged the bullets that life has shot.

When you least expect it, the tables can turn.

You are life’s willing student, always ready to learn.

There’s nothing wrong with being a hardworking man,

independent and capable, has direction and a plan.

So keep being you and never be still,

I have every confidence that you will!

By Sylvia Porter-Hall