Ode (owed) to Mark

All the world marveled, at this man-made magnificence.
But it’s so insane:
None were able to pan the gold- running through his veins.
Nor wise enough to steal the wick- without the flame.
He was the possessor of everyone’s love.
But did it fulfill?
What he gave- so little was returned,
& still…
In a planet full of plastic- he remained ‘For REAL’.
Yesterday, at arms-reach,
then, he drifted like a cloud.
Let us always remember:
He walked among the common-
but stood ‘ONE’-
Above the crowd!