Old Master
In honor of a wonderful, kind person who has been mentor to me and so many others and still gives so much even as time has taken so much from him...
With that rickety shuffle,
he stays close to the wall
a concession, so small
to time's passing
Hand gently probing,
like radar to guide
home safely, with pride
those sore bones
Creaky old soul,
still wobbling along
a spirit, so strong
that's prevailed
No aid is requested,
no quarter he's asked,
ever stoic he masks
any twinge or regret
These tolls; the taxes,
the price to be paid
for a life that's made
so many prosper
Wisdom and courage,
his gifts; his bequests
given all for the best
of his flock
Honor, remember
don't ever forget
the duty, the debt,
the old master
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