Four years at the store for Morrie
Started at 17
Every morning when I came in
He threw me a rag and a broom
I had to sweep the stupid floor
And wipe the appliances clean
I always found it a menacing bore
But then I was only 17
Morrie and Betty became family to me
Knowing them a gift so grand
I absorbed their persistent passion
For folks in need of a hand
Morrie became a role model
Inspired by compassion
Relentless energy; his corny jokes
Figures from steel he could fashion
He even painted with color supreme
You wondered what more he could do
No surprise he authored a book
But then he was only 102
Regaling us now with more poetry
Is there any limit to his plan?
How long is the list in his Bucket…
What more from our Renaissance Man?
The 17-year-old is now 80
Pondering the years in between
Morrie dashing past 105
Surely not the last of him we’ve seen
Lots of love, Boss
Alan