An old man
erudite, accomplished,
widely known for unfailing
articles on solstices
and equinoxes,


colleagues, students
rush to write letters
not to the family
but to editors.

Tributes and eulogies
fill the columns.
I was his favourite student,
says one.
And I topped his class,
admits another.
I am writing
from the States,
adds the next.

Only one remembers
that the man walked
from home to lecture
and back.

No one ever
gave him a ride.

This could do with much more polish, but it was written in the heat of the moment. I’ll try to improve it, soon.


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