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