Up at a counter on a solitary barstool
Sat a man solitarily named
And in a voice clear and unashamed
Ordered two eggs and some gruel
With a smile that gave a renewal
In a scene that Rockwell might've framed
In a transcendence of the golden rule
The waitress's smile made gold ashamed
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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