A Hidden Man

He hides behind a perfect front
Of obsolescence, dressed in gray;
A hidden man of no remark
Who keeps his early day

Beneath fluorescence, earbud clad,
No showing off or showing out —
A hidden man who won’t be seen
And who will raise no doubt

To any who might happen by.
He stands by walls and keeps reserved:
A hidden man who silent moves
So he’ll stay
Unobserved

Author: Sibelius Russell

Sibelius Russell (a/k/a/ Owen "Beleaguered" Servant) lives a life of whimsical servitude -- whatever that means.

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