John was a man of very few words

And when he spoke he was never heard

Often times, he was seen with two foods

Pickles and plums no matter the mood

Sitting on the same rock by the ocean

Looking at his reflection, feeling no emotion

He had so much to say but no words to speak

On the outside he was strong but on the inside he was weak

Now he began to feel the pain

Warm tears poured out of his eyes like rain

All he saw in his reflection

Was a man who couldn’t be further from perfection

Pickles and plums numbed the pain

And at his place he no longer remained

The waves had picked him up from the rock

He had so much to say but now no body to talk.