One man's Face, poetry by Edward McCloud at Spillwords.com

One Man’s Face

written by: Edward McCloud

Genetics created the clay but he shaped the face.
Those eyes, steady tranquility through years of seeing hardship,
the brow wearing the cost and terms of freedom
the nose breathing the air of his solitary victory
with lips drawn and colored to speak the wisdom of a life
and lines magnificently etched by his noble transformation from youth.
His entire look and expression excludes any falseness
and includes all qualities of friend.

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I was born in Key West, Florida on September 11th, 1951. My family moved us up to Jacksonville, Florida in 1952. My mother read books to me. I remember her asking me if I could read between the lines and explained the meaning of that. From kindergarten through 8th grade I attended St. Paul's Catholic School. I was in an advanced reading class in 7th and 8th grade. We read Quo Vadis, Homer, Mythology, Oliver Twist. I went 2 years at Bishop Kenny High School and 2 years at Robert E. Lee High School. Our basketball team won 26 games and lost 3. Leonard Skinner was our coach; the great band used his name.