I know an odd but otherwise nice man

About him I’ll tell you what I can

To amused friends and strangers alike

He’ll talk non-stop of his silver motorbike

Yet when needed he’s a good listener too

Any friend in need he’ll never shoo

Offering a mature shoulder on which to cry

Yet never judging or trying to pry

This is a man strong and vocal in his views

Regularly giving those around cause to peruse

He chooses no god with which to share

Yet for those around he does deeply care

Needing no biased clergy’s word to follow

Believing all religions to be simply hollow

This male pictures himself as almost slim

Though others see an entirely different him

They view a body large and overweight

To him it appears fine, if no longer great

At work always free with tale or joke

Perceived as being quite a happy bloke

To the world he shows a cheery face

Keeping lurking worries in a hidden place

Not sharing even the most minor doubt

Those that none of us is ever without

How often do I see this man you ask?

Every morning through the looking glass