THE MEASURE OF A MAN

THE MEASURE OF A MAN
By Donna Penley

I glanced down at the ol’ cowboy’s hand --
Time an’ hard labor had left their brand.
An’ etched ‘round his eyes were deep laugh lines;
Th’ mark of many smiles -- an’ the march of time.
His gaze was straight an’ strong an’ true;
His eyes could look right into you.


How do you gauge th’ measure of a man?
It’s th’ look in his eye an’ th’ clasp of his hand!
An’ a heart that’s strong an’ loyal, too --
You sense, in a pinch, he’d take care of you.
So, what can you learn from a man’s handshake?
If all your senses are awake --
You can gauge th’ measure of a man,
By th’ look in his eye an’ the clasp of his hand.

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