It was warm that Summer morning,
In June of 2009.
The date was the 24th
When I lost a good friend of mine.
Robert Ping was his name,
And he was many things to me.
But on that very day,
He died a servant of humanity.
Compelled by neither pledge nor oath,
When he responded to natural duty.
Robert died a hero’s death,
Due to goodness and inner beauty.
I don’t know what I would have done,
Had I been in Robert’s place.
But I know what Robert did,
When he met Death face to face.
Robert chose to get involved,
When he happened across a car accident.
Robert’s choice to get involved,
Proved to be his final incident.
For as Robert was in the road,
Rendering aid to a lady who had been hurt.
He was run over from behind,
The curtain fell abruptly on his life’s concert.
It has been several years now,
Since the day he passed away.
But I always think of Robert Ping,
On this particular day.
(In honour and memory of Robert Ping,
Born: April 2,1969
Died: June 24, 2009
So long my friend….)