Eulogy

He tried. He sought to touch

Each argent star with vision vibrant

He tried, but not too much

For to himself he never turned a tyrant

He sought to comprehend

To see the Man's compassion through

Despite its twists and bends,

'Twas still the only road he knew

He wanted to be good

As modern justice would allow

(Yet noticed that it would

Be never good enough, somehow)

He wanted pen and ink

To marry thought and word together

Beyond all else, I think,

He sought to be in time remembered