Lift your spirit, set it free

Here is the salute to one of Hollywood's best,
though it shall be small in nature, it surpasses the test.
You swell our hearts with a deep surge of pride,
our hearts still mourn the day that you died.

You were born unto us the year alike of my dear grandmother Anna,
Born unto us Southerner's pride, even if it wasn't in Savannah.
The blue eyes gave us hope in when we lost it elsewhere,
always wanting to be out of the lime light because you really didn't care.

Playing as roguish cowboys, a bandit, an outlaw at the O.K. Corral,
it brings us to grin like you did, it boosts our very moral.
You made friends that you truly did consider family dear,
always wanting to be there for them, always lending an ear.

Then came your chance when the space race in the United States,
three parts were read by your eyes and never once did you hesitate.
Picking the very one that we all know now as the dear ol' Doc known as Bones,
all watched you with eagerness to the televisions where e'er the broadcast roamed.

The five year mission sadly ended with only but three,
yet you never stopped after that, you would still be seen.
Movies of the show brought you even more popularity, more fame,
yet you remained meek and humble in life's sweet game.

We all reflect back and grin watching a human and Vulcan feud,
to some of us, even if it sounds corny, you're a righteous dude.
Never leaving the professional attitude of father, well Doctor knows best,
yet life presented you with one last, sad and miserable test

The good and faithful doctor that we adored and still love,
we know he lives in us as you live and look down on us from above.
So here's to you, our mentor, our teacher, yes, even our friend,
we hope we'll see you soon when we meet our journey's end.