Island of Calm Strength

By Lynn Ockersz

Amid the storms of everyday life,

Our sit-alone cobbler by the wayside,

Is an island of undisturbed calm;

In no hurry to make a quick buck,

Or to feather his nest on ill-gotten gains,

He is lit by a glow of self-sustenance,

And plies his trade with undimming zest;

A candle is he with a steady flame,

And he gets his model worker status,

From the honour bestowed on the powerless,

On that first Christmas Night in Bethlehem.