A man it seemed time had embodied,
(or maybe he embodied time)
shuffling slowly betwixt things
he tinkered and fixed things
broken, in pieces awry.
He may have been, (just a bit) like them
understanding perfection's a dream.
He too may have been broken,
(yet gentle, soft-spoken);
quiet work was his daily routine.
So with patience he gave a small portion.
That may have been all he could give.
He gave for a while,
With a humble old smile
that helped others, in small ways, to live.
And when time for giving was over,
That man that we knew just disappeared.
Leaving memories behind
he surrendered to time
that small portion he'd been given here.