A Diamond in the Rough

There he sat
amidst the dirty
floor boards;
the dirty curtain cords.
A Russian interpretation book
sitting in his nook.
An astrophysicist;
an intellectual linguist.
An ivy league scholar
with a wrinkled collar.
Smiling and talking about
forgiveness.
My stopped.
His message to harness.
No crème de la crème.
No not him.
He accepted his surroundings -
no matter how grim.

A diamond in the rough
with the streets wailing
sounding so tough.
He deserves a tower.
A glistening room with
all its power.
Yet he sat with such dignity.
Legs crossed.
Hands clasped.
In divine trinity.
We laughed.
We talked.
Amidst the ambulance wailing
outside.
All the truth to find
in a lock down unit.
For souls that normally forget.
So I found it odd.
He didn't forget.
He counted all his blessings
in such a humble letting let.