In the corner of the donut shop I remember him <br />Philadelphia’s gem merchant extraordinaire <br />Whose advertising visage haunted national magazines <br />Scion of separate fortune <br />Despite our shared loved for parts of Shakespeare <br />He had so much and I so little, <br />I feared him without cause. <br />He would approve my morning corner <br />Watching the mensch in woodland, purple and mail uniform blue <br />In heaven <br />Not even needing the mention of his name.<br /><br />Bill Grace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/doug-cooper-and-the-morning-mensch/
