The Measure of My Man

Indeed,
He stands head and shoulders
(Mind and sympathies)
Above.
So high
(According to my emotional, but sober, moral yardstick)
As not to be seen

By many.
Their small minds.
Their small hearts.
Their small lives.

And what does it matter?
I see.

He is looking at me.

Note: First posted on October 27, 2009.

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