Ordinary Man Poem by Justin Kulwicki

She was buried
On a Sunday
Under an oak
On a hill
In the month of May.

She died saving
A little boy who
Became a man when
This stranger saved him
And everything he knew.

He in turn went
Into the world with
An urge to help all
The people there.

His acts of kindness
Showed the whole world
Just what one man could do.


Just one ordinary man
Can change the world
For good.
Won’t you be that
Ordinary man?
You could.
You should.

He was walking
Down the street
Out of an alley
Came a shot that knocked him off his feet

He was buried
On a Sunday
Under an oak
On a hill
Such a sad, sad day.