Once there was a just man, a righteous man
Whose life touched many and more.
Honor and dignity wreathed his brows
And duty beckoned him in every style.
He did not shirk, he did not buckle;
Steadfast he was in all life’s callings.
From his core to the corridors
Resounded his watchword, ‘ethics’.
Diminutive though he was,
Here was a giant of a man
Whose shoulders bore the bulk
Of all his profession
With surefooted ease and rectitude.
Now that he has passed
Into the pages of memory,
His sons, his daughter, and the wife of his life
Yearn for his presence and long for his love,
A love that nourished their lives before
And a love that will bless their futures.