Ode to My Mentor
A distraught youth enters, only 7, maybe 8
Though he's known few summers, he knows disappointment's ache
A gymnast's extra training, it was more than he could take
Looks for something new, follows in his brother's wake
He enrolls in the school where they teach the open hand
Studies and progresses, can recite it on demand
Earns the highest honor, but still fails to understand
More than knowledge makes a leader, yet more makes a man
All throughout the journey, he's been watched by Sensei Joe
A great man and a teacher, sees potential when it shows
He teaches the boy to set his goals, he helps him learn to grow
Gives him the discipline he lacked all those years ago
The years have passed in earnest, now I'm at adulthood's door
I still take time to listen, even till my ears are sore
More than anything Joe taught me that there's always more
And if I'll do the work, the future has it all in store
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