His name was never mentioned,
Not because he wasn’t memorable,
But because his actions were humble.
He didn’t seek fame but had eyes only for Love.
When asked who he was,
He would say, “I am only a man, nothing more.”
He had every reason to hate the universe,
And yet, he befriended it.
The demons taunted him.
They laughed at his misfortune.
“Where are your friends?” they would say,
“Where is your family?”
Lust, greed, and evil surrounded him,
But his light was not dimmed.
When asked how he did it,
The man would say, “I am only a man, nothing more.
Man is weak, but God is strength.”
The man was not without fault.
He was in fact human,
But through his faults he learned.
When he stumbled,
He would catch himself so that he wouldn’t break.
He wasn’t a picture of perfection,
But his life had purpose.
His purpose was to be a man and nothing more.
His life was not defined by success but by love.
Out of free will, He was a servant to others and a child of God.
Eighty one years and the man’s soul separated from his body.
His life to some may seem lonely and miserable,
But to him it was an honor.
To his funeral, not many came,
But a little boy and his mother happened to walk by the procession.
“Mom, who was he?” the little boy asked.
The mother shrugged her shoulders, “He was just a man.”
The little boy nodded his head in understanding and said,
“When I grow up, I want to be just a man too.”