Everyman

I am everyman, but I am no one

I am seen yet invisible

I look like you, him, them

but I am not like one of them

I am everyone everywhere,

good, bad, different

I am a thought, a whisper, an idea

I am a lifetime of conversation,

but no words can define me,

or papers capture me,

no ink will contain me

no books can bind me.

I am what you see but

if you see me, you will not know me

for to know me,

you must talk to me

you must listen with your heart

as I speak with mine.

I am pain and anger

love, hope and joy

brother to some, companion, friend

father to one – she is my life

my soul

my happiness

I am the gift and the debt

I am balance

in an unbalanced world

I am complexity in simplistic form

I am the great american novel

wrapped in a plain cover

this is who I am

yet it is not me

I am a man with no past

with hope for the future

a family to dream

Death can wait.