(pronounced “WORTH-ee”)
Worthe's name was spelled a bit
clumsy, a case not all that rare.
No “y” there at the end of it.
Instead, an ancient e - Unfaire.
For careful, caring Worthe cared,
devoted every energy
to be Someone, Something, Somewhere.
For worthy Worthe had to be.
He made himself spiritually fit -
well-read, in earnest, like ten pair
of sacred shrines who like to sit
or stand, if need be, always there
with something wise and good to share.
He thought of us and watched to see
if we, thinking of him, would swear:
“So worthy certainly, is he.”
To save the world, one must commit
to its - and not one's own - despair.
He had to quash, ignore, omit
the Things regarding which he erred -
that sometimes, from a distance, stared.
He never loved one entity
that gave him joy - no, never dared -
while Worthe worthy tried to be.
And now he stirs his last few hairs
as days draw to an end, and we
attempt to keep him from despair:
“Yes, you were Worthe - all agree.”
Tags: proximal humanity
Fragments 
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