Celebrating your birth
On the day that you were
You're here no more
No one feels that
The life you lived
A message for everyone
A step in your path
Is the way
To feel from ones heart
Your life filled with deeds
Others can't do in centuries
Child actor nurtured by your father
Wing Chun from the Grand master
Seattle to Study Philosophy
Where you met Linda Lee
Teacher another feather
Tutored the art of thr artless form
Oakland years and the Jun Fan Institute
Till today pays you tribute
Hollywood and the big parts
Television actor with a mask
Graduated to lead Actor
In people's consciousness forever
Aided by the philosopher
Who made millions of seekers better
Came Conquered Left
Remained in people's thoughts
Who celebrate your absence
In your presence
The art of being present without being present
If we're to nourn your loss
We wouldn't be disciples of Jeet Kune Do at all
A century later
You'll still be remembered
Sorry not remembered
Because you will never be forgotten in the first place
Happy birthday we wish ourselves
Cause we don't see you apart from yourself
You lived for the rest
But never seperated the self
The word I dors not exist
The Word Bruce does
Grateful to you
Till we join you
You left Game of Death half way
For you wanted us to complete it
Each one imagining that they are you
Are filling in the void you left on purpose
When we reach the terrace of the Pakoda
You will be waiting to protect us all
In whatever the journey that awsits us
We will be concentrating on the finger
Just to get a tap on our heads
No bigger blessing one can get