Tribute on the passing of a very real person

People are of two kinds, and he

Was the kind I'd like to be. 

Some people preach their virtues, and a few

Express their lives by what they do.

That sort was he. No flowery phrase

Or glibly spoken word of praise

Won friends for him. He wasn't cheap

Or shallow. But his course ran deep

And it was pure. You know the kind.

Not many in life you find

Whose deeds outrun their words so far

Than more than what they seem, they are. 

Anonymous

This poem is posted in honor of the late Walter White. Please go here to read a touching tribute to him written by his daughter, Julianne Witmer.