In your smile I see another man.
He too has leathery skin
that stretches over prominent cheekbones,
parenthesizing about a dozen pearly whites.
And when his pleasure peeks,
and that taught skin may stretch no more,
his almond-shaped eyes shrink
under a mound of wrinkled skin,
arrayed like arrows pointing to your depths.
Like this other man,
you’re ready to be lambasted,
but will not betray your convictions.
Thus with the infectious passion of a native son,
you charm the populace,
both near and far.
Your grand vision,
awakens the egalitarian sleeping within them,
and so, on your say,
they’ll march into action,
just as eagerly as they did for that other man.
They ask for little in return,
but that once illuminated by your enduring light
they might continue to bask in its glow,
and like you, shine!