If you were told of bad, deceitful thieves

who lie and cheat and steal of greed again

and then again, you would think not of Lou

with beard of black and eyes of grey with blue.

His hats sit high, stacked one by one, for he

is smart, a kind, and lively son, so free

of hate and lust. So calm and sweet, so sly

and loose, he looks up to the cloud-filled sky

and prays to He who rules up high. Glasses

of round and lips of peach, his life passes

with nothing to teach and no more to learn.

Although he may not be sinless, he turned

his life into a gift, a peaceful long bliss

of joy, of love, of faith, and happiness

The life of thee forever done, no one

of kind has been alike, not one has done.