People always touted him,
Walter Augustus Lee.
No one ever doubted him,
Or his sincerity.
He was there to give advise,
You never had to ask him twice.
There was never one as nice,
As Walter Augustus Lee.
Those he knew respected him,
Saw all good reflect in him,
Wanted to connect with him,
And his prosperity.
He always cared for those with less,
Treated them as honored guests.
Sought good will and happiness,
For all society.
He gave away most he had,
Comforted the weak and sad.
Seemed content, never mad,
As far as most could see.
He never turned a heedless eye.
Minced his words for reasons why.
Yes, there was not a nicer guy,
Than Walter Augustus Lee.
Life then took a sudden turn,
Exposed a frailty.
What seemed at first a mere heartburn,
Turned out worse, you see.
Doctors probed and ran some tests,
Bi-pass surgery seemed the best.
When they discovered the seriousness,
They let poor Walter be.
No one came to comfort him,
In his time of need.
He'd wait for God to come for him,
With solemn dignity.
As his last days passed him by,
He just prayed, not asking why,
He knew one day soon he'd die,
Alone and quietly.
Though all his life he had shared,
It seemed as if no one cared.
And so it was no one was there,
When Walter bid goodbye.
I never knew someone who could,
Praise the way he did.
I never really understood,
The final days he lived.
A righteous man with tender hands,
Who always did the best he can.
Somehow seemed a lesser man,
Poor Walter Augustus Lee.
Copyright © December 2010