A certain organ? A certain size?
A lot of muscle? An arrogant swagger?
An impressive salary? A year-end prize?
A rod and reel? A fancy dagger?
Some would say “all the above”,
But I would tend to disagree;
For I see a man as an energy-source
Who humbly knows his ability
To share his power with loving force.
His strength comes from a triple place,
From God at first, with a gift of life,
From parents who let him see his power,
From self who embraces his special task
To grow day-to-day, even hour-to-hour.
“Power” is influence, the chance to persuade,
And used with love it’s an awesome thing,
To transfer energy one to another
As seed-to-tree cycles tree-to-seed,
Life keeps going beyond father and mother.