Mark, a superb athlete,
Prided himself on the workouts
He suffered through daily,
And his family name.
During your first casual meeting
He would have told you
That his family was very rich
And they had a huge foundation.
What he would not share
Were his daily walks with
His wheelchair ridden ex neighbor.
It wasn’t a secret, it just didn’t make the list.
He’d mention his junior Dave Cup match
Against Boris Becker (lost by a missed net shot).
There might be comment on the family 747,
Or a reference to his world class vacations.
The dying cancer patient that
Mark pushed slowly,
Stood in sharp contrast with the frenetic pace Mark otherwise maintained.
I think he wished to stretch the Mitzvah*.
I’ve lost contact with Mark,
But it’s that unplanned encounter,
When I met him pushing that guy
Who was beyond caring about family 747’s,
That comes to mind when I think of Mark.
*Good deed
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