The Eulogy…

Sound the bugle, prepare the guns;

For here lies the last of his kind.

Often defined yet never perceived,

An enigma like which one cannot find.

Many make claims to his magnificence,

Yet none compare to his grandeur.

For he chose to act, when few react

And refused to be a second voyeur.

With freedom to pursue his own values

And wisdom to do it constructively.

He was unique, without equivalence,

And yet he treated all with equity.

Unfortunate! Aye, unfortunate it is.

We failed to preserve his legacy.

Now we cannot answer that boy who asks

How and what a real man should be.