How, in God’s infinite wisdom,
Did One get to be 75 years old?
To sit and reflect,
Hear stories his voice told.
Once only the fall,
Saved his life.
Made him come back,
Blessed him with a wife.
That was all it took,
That instant in time.
Earth pulled him down,
In a far distant clime.
He was knocked back,
Knocked back and down.
Saw stars in the day,
The glimmer of a crown.
Another time death,
Hit the trunk of a tree.
There youth stood,
Foolish, but free.
Six inches from the left cheek,
Six inches for sight or life.
Six inches, less than a hand.
Six inches and no more life.
There is something,
Left for One to do.
Something important.
Something to view.
Not heroic,
But subtle, and sublime.
Thoughts from his heart.
Perhaps with a rhyme.

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