Marking Time

He was a great man,
Tall he would stand.
Head held so high,
It would touch the sky.
He'd never fear,
Even when things became unclear.
Then one day he just stared,
Sometimes the brave cannot be prepared.
To walk the next hard miles in these shoes,
Delivering to us his delivered news.
That man standing tall stood for something,
Until bad genetics reduced him to nothing.
The skin so lively turns a pale shade,
As that energetic life force starts to fade.
His head now hangs he needs a constant hand,
Full of fear he can barely stand.
This misery on his face the mercy we beg,
Hate consumes for this unfortunate plague.
Then once more he stands tall,
And the admiration fills us all.
Holding on he fought long enough,
He was a great man who will be missed and forever loved.