Real

A man does the best he can along the way. Never perfect, but later he tries to make up for the mistakes he's made. He keeps the faith. In the light, in the dark, always. He keeps his own counsel, if he's real. He has determination to see things through, all the way. He has no need to speak meaningless drivel or throw words around just to see where they will splatter. He decides how to live, and how to die; how to go from one to the other, and how to do both well. The wide-open landscape of his life extends infinitely beyond boundaries. He will not be corraled, cajoled, or controlled. He won't allow others to belittle him, and he never belittles others, until they give cause for such. To many he is old-fashioned, an anachronism, a dinosaur, a relic of an age most could not care less about - No matter to him, for he is honest, true and real, never petty, never mean. - He is the rare-breed, few is his number, very few, but all along the way throughout, ever is he who is real, a real-man.