In the quiet corners of the world, he stands,A good man, with gentle eyes and steady hands.His words like balm, healing where they’ve tread,His presence, a comfort, where others dread.With kindness woven into his every act,He lifts the weary, with love intact.Never seeking glory, nor the fleeting praise,In his selfless deeds, his spirit stays.Through storms of life, he remains a guide,With wisdom deep, and arms open wide.In his shadow, fears dissolve like smoke,In his laughter, hope and joy evoke.Oh, to be like him, a beacon of grace,A gentle force, in this bustling race.A good man, a light, in the darkest night,His legacy, a testament of quiet might.