What is the essence of a dying man
His power leaching to the universe,
His legacy while yet a story grand
Soon eulogized by lofty words rehearsed.
What to remember when he passes on,
Bombastic praise by which proud life is scored,
Brief gilded verses of a life long song
Refined beyond all truth and into lore?
What if we said he lived and laughed and loved,
Saw sunrise and sunset as much the same,
Gave glory to the power that stands above,
Saw death as but the ending of a game?
Humility contrite to move the crowd —
Where then the bells might seem yet twice as loud.
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