He said it will brighten up later
But, later very rarely comes
Theres always a smile to greet you
Even in the morning
When he is still being mad
Strong and silent
Hands you can forever trust
Head of useless knowledge
Useful to someone, somewhere
I'm sure
Something needs fixing
Shelves to broken taps
Enough to know when to hold you
When to make you laugh
Enough to know that silence
Is often just enough
01/07/01
Natasha Edwards
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-you-8/
