By David Boddy

Mr. Diplomat
Always something to say

Speak the unspoken
Balance the books
Make the game
‘Fair to play’

We each have a voice

Vocal strings the chords they’re strung

Draw air in and out

Of two pink lungs

The table is level

In hand, the cards to lay

But not the ear to hear you

If you shy from center stage

Elbows and knees 

Come try if you please

Mr. Diplomat 

We need you in our wood of many trees

David is a lifestyle writer for La Tonique.