Ode to Ideas
Click, click, hum down the hall I hear Dr. Gray come.
I try to run, I try to hide,
I try to escape the “idea guy.”
He must not eat, he must not sleep, For that would limit his time to think. He’s working on this, researching that. He wants my help, he wants my staff!
Americans with disabilities, get off your duff— Its 2015, long enough!
You’re in a chair, he doesn’t care. High expectations are always there.
Science, technology, engineering and math, Greet a shopper, incur his wrath!
I’ll have some reprieve, he’s going to retire. Who am I kidding? Expectations will be higher!
What’s the big deal? Why do I care?
Well, he’s done everything—been everywhere. You should hear the stories, see his wall.
He is surrounded by heroes and respected by all.
He shares his knowledge and showed me the ropes. He gives me direction and rekindles my hope.
He is my mentor, he is my friend.
He challenges me to fight—and never say “when.” Dr. Gray is greatly admired.