He did not lead an army
Or win a golden medal.
He never sat upon the bench
With disputes for him to settle.
He never killed another man
Or said that he would like to.
He never tried to rob a bank
And he never tried to sue.
His name is not among
The books that echo praises past.
His footprints stand not in some square
You might see if you ate their last.
His memory is only guarded
In the hearts of those who knew him,
But that fact that puts him with the best
Is that he was so human.
BY J. GREGG STERETT
First Published as “Ode to CJ” America Sings, 1970 Spring, Anthology of College Poetry, National Poetry Press, Los Angeles, CA 90034