Not too long
before my birth
I was born a
common lad
He was born
to be a King.
He is now older,
as am I
A wise and
ponderous soul
Who cares
for the ailing earth
The seas and
the universal sky.
He’s worked
for struggling youth
For more friendly
city streets
He’s always
been inclusive
A man in
search of truth.
From long
ago a sage advocate
For a
gentler, more sustainable way
Some laughed,
oh yes some scoffed
Unheeded, is
it now too late.
Charlie was
born for princely deeds
A cellist he
was at one time
The artist’s
brush he uses well
And fine
literature he reads.
He is a man
for every season
A man of the
heart and mighty strong
One who
might seem a bit aloof
But definitely
a man of reason.
