I sat beside him at Good Will
His face was nearly always red
He tried with every ounce but still
His service somehow anger bred

He didn't earn a rightful wage
His return was mostly rage
The very most that most could say
Was he was there most every day

He seemed to have a dismal plight
But I could see beyond his pain
How he fought an Apostle's fight
Each day to do it all again

I saw him on the bus one day
He was with friend who seemed a fan
I thought what some might never say
That he was one great Man