"silversteen" poems
Salvadore Silversteen
was a simple man,
yet, he may be the
strangest man you've ever seen.
His right foot was a whole
2 sizes bigger than his left
and his shoulder was dominated
by a giant mole.
His overly large arms
hung low like a gorilla.
He awoke at 6:13 every morning
promtly, never using an alarm.
In his house, you'll find
not a single timepiece.
The absurdly, accurate time
is stuck in his mind.
He's been here long as I can remember,
starting out each monotonous day the same.
That'll be sixteen years
come this December.
No one is quite sure
exactly what Ol' Sal did,
but he was the wealthiest man
that lived near Yorkshire.
Ol' Sal himself was
intimidating at a distance,
yet, in person,
he's the nicest man-just because.
He calls everyone in town
by thier first names
and in every greeting,
the man never had a frown.
Everywhere he went,
he'd whistle the same dreadful tune.
The theme to that movie
by the name of "Rent."
Two Tuesdays ago, he
vanished without a trace.
His house spotless and in his yard
sprouted a humongous Foxglove tree.
He left or was taken,
but his spirit remains
to protect those who,
otherwise, would be forsaken.
I can still hear the sound
of that familiar theme
everytime I pass by
any lawn freshly mown.
Salvadore Silversteen
was a simple man,
yet, he was definately the
strangest man I've ever seen.
If ever you meet a man
that meets his description,
be kind and courteous
as best you can.
Written By:
Andrew D. Robertson
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 12:58 AM UTC