Details of a man

He opened the door quietly but made his precense known,
Wiped his feet on the door mat and hung up his coat.
He's two hours early, ain't that a surprise,
But his afternoon nap was cut short by the DT's and his need to anaestetize.
 
He is humble, he is gentle, though he reeks of gin,
And his hands won't stop shaking, no matter what he drinks.
And his family don't know what to say, to this great man in his state,
And they know time is running thin, but the words won't come out.

And all these things build up an image of just one man,
The details, they shape him close, change him if they can.