Derek Probst

An old man makes a paint brush.
He dedicates his life to his craft.
He loves everyone and stands up when something is wrong
In the long drive of life he takes the colorful way home.
Protecting his family and bringing light to the world.
He creates something beautiful along the way. 
Every day he hammers and he carves.
Until all that is left is a perfect paintbrush
He claims not to be a paragon but everyone sits and stares
At the beauty he created.
He asks will you be my friends for life?
They say we are with you till the death.
At last he sets down his tools and looks at his paint brush.
He has fulfilled his duty.