AN EMPTY BOWL.

He had time to finish
leaving bare remnants:
a full, robust, healthy meal.

He breathed pure heaven
before he died,
his legacy lives, an inspiration.

Why wax lyrical about an ordinary man:
make him into a god just to slate him?

His children loved him and thought him great,
to them he was just 'Dad.'

With the intuitive wisdom of a saint,
unafraid of himself, he was sane, profound.