It almost seems, well, inappropriate
To use his words, even remembering
His legacy. He spoke for us, and yet
We fall so short of him that his words bring
Beyond the sadness for his shortened life,
And for the hope that he personified
Of a peaceful world after the time of strife,
A sense of shame because, though deified
As far as man can be in this dull age,
We have not realized what he desired.
We have not reached the turning of the page,
The inner contemplation he required,
Or all the change he wanted. No, it seems
That, though we're closer, those are still but dreams.
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