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.