Little Mattie Stepanek (1990-2004) Poem by Walterrean Salley

Mattie Stepanek
Was before his time.
He only lived
To reach his prime.

Reminding us
To stop and ”play, ”
He loved life
In every way.

At thirteen
(His golden year) ,
A victorious end
Was drawing near.

Nonetheless,
His works—sublime—
Within our hearts
Will ever chime.

His achievements
Were nobly vast
With memories
To surely last.

A young poet
Too soon gone—
Reached his goal;
His task done.
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