On a bright sunny day a soul flew away,
leaving his wheels on this earth to stay.
Where is the power of a life that’s lived
well, never forgotten in the tales that we
tell.
What did he leave us, this soul now set free?
Who now among us our conscience will be?
A youngster on crutches would watch with
delight as Billy the brawler got into a fight.
He took on the world for what he believed
right.
Those we remember and cherish through
time, are oft not the ones who set out to
be brave but just a good man who knew
when to make waves, who believed that
his brothers weren’t meant to be slaves.
What did he leave us? A sense of our worth,
and a meaning and purpose for our place on
this earth. When a Conscience passes, is
there a void, not if we remember Bill Murphy with pride.
(Copyright 2006) Cecil J. Whitten