He was a known face in cities
Far beyond his place of abode
He went doing nothing but good
Lifting broken spirits from pits
Killing himself too.
It’s difficult to find a man
That showed a love like otters would
Skip meals for one like a mother
Deny himself sleep to plant words
On infertile hearts.
He gave his all, and all his all
Yet, they could not tell who he was
They did not know, they could not care
They where after signs they could see
Neglecting his heart.