Arthur Lester was not a good man.
This had been clear since the moment he had been orphaned
Pain and strife was all Arthur Lester knew.
So he made others suffer with him too
Arthur Lester was not a good friend.
His scout mates knew that to no end
The wooden train had burned down to ash
And Arthur Lester didn’t care to bash
Arthur Lester was not a good father.
So bad that you can’t even ask his daughter
Water bubbles out and onto the floor
Why had he waited so long to open that door?
Arthur Lester was not a good man.
He knew that he was less than
But then came someone to pull him out of the gutter
“Bedrock,” he called it, as Arthur stumbled and puttered
But then he was gone, and there was a voice
Talking and describing, giving him a choice
Arthur had given a gift unlike any other:
His eyes, for a being that had no mother
And so they went, in search for an answer
But along the way they lost what they were after
More human than not and more not than human
The voice, John Doe, had become a new man
Arthur Lester wanted to be a good man.
And so did John Doe, but who can?
Two souls, fractured in different ways
Hands of all kinds block his airway
But Arthur Lester was never a good man.
He knew he couldn’t accomplish that in his lifespan
So he gave one last gift to Dear John Doe
The ability to leave him, to let go
And John Doe was a good man.
So he was hesitant with Arthur’s plan
But nonetheless Arthur convinced him
One last hug before all went grim
Arthur Lester had been many things in life.
He had faced all kinds of hardship and strife
But his last action was one last gift
“I love you,” “I owe you,” and then Arthur’s soul was set adrift