Silent Majesty
Reflection
In the quiet embrace of time, a soul stands tall,
A portrait etched in sepia, a timeless call.
His gaze, a mirror of the ages, holds the weight,
Of stories untold, of dreams both bright and faint.
The mustache, a whisper of bygone days,
A testament to strength, to wisdom's ways.
The suit, a cloak of dignity, a silent plea,
For respect, for honor, for eternity.
The light, a gentle touch, a soft embrace,
Illuminates the contours of his face.
A man of purpose, a man of grace,
A beacon of resilience, a steadfast place.
In this frame, he speaks to you, to me,
A reminder of the journey we must see.
For in his eyes, we find our own reflection,
A mirror of our past, our present, and our direction.
Silent Majesty, a soul so grand,
A timeless portrait, a heart so bold.
In his gaze, we find our own resolve,
To stand tall, to rise, to never falter, to evolve.