He died like he did live,

Interestingly enough on the same day he was born,

Not a minute late,

On the same date,

After two hundred years of life he was worn…

His life started out like any other,

Father, sisters, brothers and a loving mother,

As a child he did excel in his studies,

Never missed school, never sick a day,

Raised in religious freedom,

He knew God & worshiped him in his own way…

He finished college at fourteen,

Working for the government for a time,

He developed vaccines for all manner of ailment,

When he reached his adulthood,

He felt he needed more, so he left his employment…

The next hundred years a gumbo of experiences,

Married, children of his own, then grandchildren,

He did not thrive, he was not rich nor was he poor,

His life went on like any other human,

He once owned and operated a store,

For him it was a dream fulfilled…

He watched through life,

Of his friends & family dying before him,

Why he lived so long he never knew,

He didn’t exercise, drank, & for a short time even smoked,

He did though regularly exercise his brain,

Though life was a constant drain…

Late in his life he was awarded a Nobel prize,

He felt himself unworthy & refused,

He was a plain man, one of course of great intellect,

But he still did not want applause,

He never enjoyed being in the limelight,

Of this his whole life he did fight…

When his time finally came,

He took it like all intelligent men do,

With a calm, cool demeanor,

After he moved on, he was forgotten,

He had no family left, nor friends,

He did however leave many quotes,

And books written by his own hand,

For those of us who don’t play with the band…