Suddenly he is gone
His words unspoken
And, more sadly, Unwritten
Some said he'd been a preacher
He could certainly hold a crowd
Teasing them and pleasing them
As he spoke his words aloud
A painter of word pictures
Spoken with verve and style
With asides and interjections
Every random once in a while
A spoken word performer
One of that select band
Who could hold an audience
In the palm of his hand
A raconteur and humorist
A veritable bright spark
Love his work or loathe it
But he certainly left his mark
Now suddenly he is gone
His words unspoken
And, more sadly, Unwritten
Rest In Peace
