'bout poet George Hebert,
His poems, latin/english, were heartfelt,
Based on what I had heard,
Like love posed as a synonym for god,
Served to us in three ways,
At death, at the last supper, at a bar,
Open your heart to be blessed for all days,
Born into a family with ten kids,
A father who died young,
A mother who raised them against all odds,
To be educated and clothed in song,
George went on to become an orator,
Stricken by consumption,
Though he wrote an impressive tome of work,
Like his dad, he died young,
Why shouldn't he?
Why not any of us?
It's trite to note that we'll all one day die,
While it's also extremely momentous.
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