Quiet guy

He's not a man of many words
No poetry or song
He's kind of an old fashioned guy
Hard working, quiet, strong

You think its hard to know him
But his story's plain to see
This man is not a mystery
His heart's upon his sleeves

He chose to write his stories
Not on paper in a book
He wrote them there upon his arms
Where anyone can look

His stories are like anyone's
Tales of love and pain
Tattooed upon his skin and soul
Inside and outside the same

If a picture's worth a thousand words
Then he's got tons to say
That "quiet guy"
You passed by today.

See the symbols of his kids
They since have grown to teens
As for the big blooming rose
You can't tell what it means

But Rosie was his mama's name
She died when he was young.
And there's the mark of his first true love
From before they came undone

He left a space for his second wife
A saucy little minx
He said he'd put her name right there
But she claims it's a jinx

His stories are like anyone's
Tales of love and pain
Tattooed upon his skin and soul
Inside and outside the same

If a picture's worth a thousand words
Then he's got tons to say
That "quiet guy"
You didn't speak to today.