Super-Man Was Mortal- But In The End-He Was Still Super. Poem by Michael Gale

He flew...
He stood.

He came to stay...
To save the day.

Sent to chaired of wheels one day...
Last of life with loving wife.

She tended to him the rest of life...
Last days spent soley upon one back.

Bed and chair illness caused an end by death's attack...
A son became lonesome of father's presence.

No more man the father-Emptied of essence...
Loving wife was robbed of life.

N'ee'r did she to smoke of breath...
Left only to one lonesome coldest death.

During his remaining days of living...
He fought for a hope of walking by a medically researching way of giving.

Fund raisings were his way...
To give ever hoping hope for others to pray.

He will be missed his super ways...
Always wanting to be caring in his final last days.

What a man he was...
He was a Superman even in the end.
I give hope and a prayer to his son-Amen.