The sage-C.M Aliri

I thought of him a sage
Despite his age
The grey hair on his head
And his ability to comprehend

Willing to save lives without requesting a dime
Not minding the wage
Because its nothing he craves

A Lad of grade
So reserved and Hale
Greatest of his time
An achiever in his prime

He always cautions
To ensure I make good decisions
A man of vision
Sure to achieve his mission

A lover of his religion
But not a regular to the institution
A devoted disciple
And a reader of the Bible

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