The Centurion

In Roman garb but comfortable

These ancient days feel familiar

Along the walk through the marketplace

Seeing those I know, helping those I don't

Strangely, a lot of citizens here are poor
I give them money to buy what they need

Buying my supplies I quickly return home

I bump into a gargantuan Centurion

He says I am needed at home in the palace

Honestly, I wished to stay out a bit more

Yet I know I must obey

I take his hand and am led home

Welcomed by family and pets

Just in time for a large dinner

With my Centurion always protecting me

He may seem intimidating at first

But his heart is golden

With him my fears vanish

And I know I'm always safe in his care.

January 26, 2006