I must now bow my head,
One of my boyhood heroes is suddenly dead,
His life an inspiration,
through determination, heart and perspiration,
Through force of will, the world,
Could see anew, return to truth amidst the swirled
Expanse of confusion,
No pretense, trick or illusion, just allusion,
That was his special way,
Showed us ourselves reflected, not a word to say,

But as all beacons must,
His light, too soon extinguished, we're now ever thrust,
Into darkness, alone,
We're left to remember, if we can, what he'd shown,
To try to emulate,
What true artistry rendered, placed upon our plate,
Can we survive this blow?
Go on one less? I for one truly do not know,
Monsieur was far too dear,
To lose what he gave is too great a loss I fear,

If I can humbly ask,
As you watch us from above, for just one more task,
I'll miss you most at times,
When all my terrors rise, press in in words and rhymes,
You faced them all for us,
Without a word, silently, strongly and without fuss,
Inspired in black and white,
You gave us humbly, the humility to find what's right,
If you see us stumble, stray,
Please send a silent, simple reminder our way,

Monsieur Marcel Marceau,
You gave us much, much more than we deserved, I know,
You asked for not a thing,
Your actions and emotions were enough to bring,
Tears to our eyes, we'd see,
With each nuance the essence of humanity,
Within your frail, pale skin,
Your soul showed us you were the most human of men,
Though, "just a mime," indeed,
You will always be more to me, to you Godspeed.

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