My Brother Sami

The hearer. ....dies in silence....

They say many unpleasant things 

Yet no one knew his thinking

He would walk his way passed them with a smile

While they goss and wisp of chatters

He never lifted his head above high

But will watch them straight in their eyes

He was a man among those who cared

Compassionate gentle with kindness shines from his balled head

He thought music with his heart...a smile..yet seldom played

Love LoVe till he dies.....it was his soulful phrase

While he continued his journey in deep breaths to his God

With his simplicity if living.. no treats at all

He give and forgives more than he was asked

He falter at times ....when he knows he has been treated unjustly

His profession told the rest

He has been called a monster by his envy....lovers too

But he was known as Silky Sam....the Satin Saint....with a giggle

He sometimes thought he can play the fiddle

And a smile he always had....his humor....not much can understand

He was my brother Sami