In a snowy little hamlet lived a boy with a short name <br />he was sent to the one room school in the town. <br />All the letters and the numbers did at first look much the same <br />and the boy was often wearing a small frown. <br />But his mind had been well-nourished and was full of great ideas, <br />soon the teachers noticed something 'round the lad, <br />idle thoughts of how things worked and shunning smoke and hazy mirrors <br />he would often wonder if the world was mad. <br /> <br />Many years have passed and honours fluttered in through troubled skies <br />but large gaggles of opponents hung around, <br />thus for decades they were jealous and would tell those factoid lies <br />and when challenged they would quickly go to ground. <br />Yet the world does know its master in the field of Human Health <br />and the families of all as well as 'them' <br />are aware that he would putter with the science, not the wealth <br />as he looked at situations from the stem. <br /> <br />I have never in my travels met another noble man <br />who would fascinate so simply with his mind <br />and with quiet confidence he would just nod and say 'I can' <br />with a smile that told the world that he was kind. <br /> <br />Well, last night I had a dream that woke me up at 3 o-five <br />and the recall was according to B-six <br />and the gods had told me then that our man would be alive <br />as the gods had seen his work and how he ticks. <br />Then a voice came through the clouds, it was God who did the talking <br />there was lightning and the heavens shook and thundered <br />I could hear the words so clear, 'yes, this man will still be walking <br />on this earth when he gets to be one hundred. '<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/happy-birthday-abram/
