Jeff Bridges; America's Actor Extraordinaire Poem by Velmar Pewee Hale Johnson

Thou art a man among many, with a talent only few doeth possess.
Ye have captured the heart of many a fair maiden.
Ye my good lad, doeth not stand in thine father's shadow, nor doeth thine feet walk in thine brother's footsteps.
Thine beauty is thy handsomely rugged features.
Thine sword is thy tongue, though caressed with a soft edge.
Thine heart is so tender, thine nature so gentle.
Thine eyes sparkle with the lights of Heaven, as ye bask within its golden glow.
When thou doeth speak, it is as though a song were being sung within the Heavens.
If ever ye should doubt thine greatness, hence say I, 'look into thine wife's adoring eyes, for a great man is not born, he is made great by the love, and care of his wife, and his family.'
Each day thank thine family for what they have done, and thank your parents for raising such a wonderful son.
Your father, Lloyd Bridges, is watching thee from above,
as thine fans adorn ye with our love.