The Great Inventor
A poem dedicated to my Uncle Stewie
Always impressed by his great mind
He would come up with things that bind.
Invention here and others there,
Could he have thought to invent air.
He knew this life is a struggle
Sometimes he found it was double.
Unwelcome death, your like a thief,
sickle striks hard, still in disbelief.
Time is something we have today,
It will not cheat or lead away.
If he where here he might just say,
Go and build something great today.