Mr Humble

I see Mr Humble in the park today
He smiled at me on passing my way
In his late forties in his brown hair some grey
For himself he never has much for to say

With a son and daughter in their early twenties he lives with his wife
One can say of them that they live the quiet life
The humble do live as strangers to renown
They are never among the admired of the town

Self promotion it is not Mr Humble's thing
His own praises he is one who never does sing
Not a member of the town's sporting or social club
And he seldom pays a visit to the local pub

One who does work hard for his every pay
Out of the public limelight he wishes to stay
One of the down to earth people of his street
For attention with others he never compete

To be wealtthy and famous he feels no desire
People like Mr Humble are not hard to admire
Though in any community not to the fore
Of their sort humanity is in need of far more.