the invisible man
writes with invisible ink,
the pages of the book,
seldom turned...
often writes with hammer and nails,
sometimes shovel and plow...
sometimes a cigarette bummed,
a cup of coffee and a sandwich!
a small child's eyes,
or an old man's eyes,
a patchwork heart,
and a spirit that soars...
the invisible man
who stands beside,
and never backs down...
never walks away!
Eric Cockrell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/invisible-ink-3/
