Made in the spur of the moment.
Enjoy.
A Wise Soul Come to Pass
Life is like a stair of steps,
It going on and on.
The ones who make it to the top
Are labeled than as Gods.
But there still stands a noble kind,
Those which who do not care
Whether they fall down, or reach the summit,
For they sit on the stair.
They think and though they know their lives
Are as fleeting as the wind,
Still wait and give others the will
Like a beneficial pin.
One such man helped raise another
His name I shall withhold,
But his soul was one of someone kind
His life of someone old.
His beard was full and grey with age
His eyes a vessel to
The strange sight of his eyes
As warm as Irish stew.
His laugh was that of a jolly old man
Who has found his place in life.
Who never ceased to continue going
Even when his path was full of strife.
They say his power was that of dragons
Who could breath outwards a fire,
But I tell you that his true flame
Was to help others to aspire.
You've heard me talking on and on
In this simple thing called poetry,
And think to yourself, "Who is this man
He speaks of oh so fondly?"
Well I'll tell you it is not hard
To see just where I'm going,
When you think hard with your little brain
And continue, with me, floating.
There are many people who do help
Others who badly need it,
And this old man did exactly that
And never threw a fit.
This such man helped raise another
His name I shan't withhold,
His soul was one of somone kind
Oh kindly little Iroh.
R.I.P. Iroh