Twitch and scurry and rummage and shuffle
Down the tattered halls of scholarly insight.
Music dances alongside his hurried walk,
And gods roar with no greater passion
Than a man of intellect on a mission.
Bustle and mumble and plunder the mind,
No respite in sight for as far as the eye can see.
The man with the horn-rimmed glasses
Promises cherished teaching in his very demeanor.
Small in stature with a Titans force,
Tweed jackets and knowledge to spare.
A balding pate and a crooked smile,
Mask the greatness in our time.
A walking sinner of saintly proportions,
For he fells faith with a single pen stroke.
Revered Colossus of honorable worry,
Accomplished students his mind's children.
Fearful, joyful and always concerned,
We need more men of his make and model
To challenge and debate and to make us feel.
The synapses of a million eras form from his gift.
So I watch as he twitches and scurries bustles and mumbles.
Watch as he is falsely labeled relic and waste,
By my peers, his esteemed pupils,
And weep for the man who will rise so tall
When the story of our tragic life is written.