No firing of cannons
No twenty one gun salute
No swearing in an oath of office
These are but trivial things
In the presence of such as you
Who affirmed the noble dignity
The priceless humanity of one and all
No pomp and ceremony
No fighter jets and planes
No lines of uniformed parades
For a foot soldier who marched
In rhythm with the heartbeat of his soul
Hearing the cries of those he served–
To turn limestone into a better world
No pursuit of golden trinkets
No excesses of material things
No labels and ornate insignia
Instead you built a library
Replete with threaded qualities
That turned mice to men and women
With humility and kindness shared
Yes, it is your brand of leadership
Yes, it is your unwavering selflessness
Yes, it is in all of us to search and find
That which offers gifts to all mankind
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