The Quiet One
By Robert W. Cluney
There is a man out way
He never babbles on
He never has too much to say
I call him John, the quiet one
When he speaks his voice is low
I have never heard him shout
I have never heard an angry word
From John, the quiet one
I know there could be a better way
On this planet we live on
If we could take an hour a day
To be the quiet one