You took up a challenge
Not only to visit the small world in which we live,
But share stories, asking a stranger to give.
I sat with my sister
Discussing music when you walked up and asked for a seat.
I admire the beard on your face,
The excitement and joy in your eyes as you spoke,
I put on a face of joy, for inside I was dying.
I was, just moments, before not breathing,
But now you made me curious  and begin pleading,
More stories and more excitement spew from your lips.
You talk of the world,
Of a land filled with gold,
Of fruits grown without help,
Of friends you haven't seen in years.
I share of my view on appearance,
Inspiration clausing the dream we share,
But for you it is reality.
It was then you walked away your story was stuck with me,
A story with a smile, a story with a moral
I think about the quote I give,
Don't stop being yourself or you won't ever live.