The Mentor in the Third Pew
Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.
He never called himself a mentor.
He simply saved a seat,
asked about the interview,
and remembered when the answer
was supposed to arrive.
When the young man failed,
he did not quote victory.
He brought sandwiches,
listened past the brave version,
and helped rewrite the application.
On Men's Day, applause finds him
uncomfortable in the third pew.
The life he steadied stands beside him.
65 words · 13 lines · Free Verse