What Is The Measure? Poem by Mike Barrett

This poem was written in the early '80s. At the time I was in Amsterdam contemplating on the recent passing of an employee who worked at a chemicals plant where I was the Human Resources Manager. A few months prior to this poem, in August, Hans learned he had lung cancer. By late-October he passed away. At his funeral the church was packed. In fact some people attended while standing outside on the steps of the church and others, out on the sidewalk. Why so many? Simply to pay there respects. By trade Hans was an electrician and over his life he helped others by doing electrical and electronic repairs. He only charged the price of the part. That simple act, in combination with his open and affable personality won him a place in the hearts of many. This poem is the product of a contemplation on Hans' life.