Fanning the Flames

A life well lived A loving and caring being His smile made our hearts leap Such a fragrance only he could bring. A lot was said as he was lying in state. So much love served but could no longer be eaten Backlog of people swarmed in because of him So great a crowd, his dwarf house had no space. Indeed his life was love made cryptic. At least from the little I knew of him But never knew it splashed off the beaten track Nor beheld so much admiration while still ticking he was. Exquisite words fell on ears dumb, The very ears they are meant to chin up. I wondered why they had to twiddle their thumbs Till he was about to bite the dust. If only he knew how much love he created It would have pushed down his throttle plate And he would have fired on the more Till all was given and none left to draw. If only he heard these words during his time He would have left with a better smile. And it would have eased the strenuous life Which is everyone’s plight. I know I cannot follow this road. Everyone that makes my heart flutter must know At least this debt is the little I should pay For the love that comes freely everyday