Bruce Lee Poem by White Tiger

He was the dragon
All his movements precise
And for being bigger than life
He paid the ultimate price

He was born in San Francisco
But grew up in Hong Kong
He was thirty two when he died
I felt empty, after he was gone

Bruce Lee was my idol
He worked hard at what he did
He shocked the world with his Kung Fu
It's what he wanted as a kid

He reached the top of his game
Achieving glory and endless fame
But there was a night, he felt weak
And went to bed, passing away in his sleep.


C. Vergara
09.13.2009