The Golden Guy
There I was, sitting all alone
Tangled in my thoughts
When this guy came by
With his brown sparkling eyes
With his broad chapped lips
With a beard that covered his face just right
And taller than me-what a surprise
But if you ask me to describe him, where will I begin?
It won’t be how he looks ill describe
I will tell you how he made me vibe
When we talked I could get lost in his eyes?
His tidy hairs reflect how much he was organized
His hee-haw laugh that is still playing like a record in my mind
And biting his lips while he ponder was a sight for sore eyes
Even when he used his mechanical hands to type it left me mesmerized
He made me laugh and feel alive
Even after all this time he is a mystery and hard to describe
I can't fathom my thought into words
But then also I try
And that’s the reason I call him the golden guy.
-Raman