The Way

The way the world operates
the way the world turns
Its measure of a man
leaves much to be desired
so much to be unlearned
The thickness of a wallet
the title that one bears
The Rolex on the wrist
the style that one wears
All superficial tendencies
that show just how unaware
The true measure of a man
lies in the way he touches you
When he caresses with his hands
just the way you do
The way he listens with his heart
as you speak through pain
The way he looks you in the eye
you can never be the same
The way he smiles as he laughs
& makes you join in, too
You're cracking up together
just the way that we do
Be it over drool & cookies
or Casper the Friendly Ghost
The true measure of a man
is what defines you most
All that you are
All that you do
I find that no man
measures up to you.