What can I say
On a day like today
That hasn’t already been said
Or already been read?

I can make words rhyme
But I can’t turn back time.
I wan’t to make things right
But despite all my might
I cannot change what happened that night.

I just want to shout:
What is life all about
That I spend all my time
Working until nine
And not drinking beer
With friends who are dear?

Our time here is fleeting
But I spend mine mistreating
Opportunities for saying hello
To those I just barely know.

But Quinton did not.

Quinton is a hero not for the way he died.
Quinton is a hero for the way he applied
The time that he had, to brighten our day,
To make safe our way,
And to just say ‘Hey,
How are you doing today?’

I wish I could to tell him,
“Well, Quinton, I’m doing better today thanks to you,
and some of that’s just due
to the fact that you cared enough to ask
despite the time it took from your many tasks.”

So while I may mourn his passing
He’s given me something long lasting:
An example of how life can be lived
And how to be appreciative
Of all those that cross our path,
Even those usually in need of a bath.

“So thanks again Quinton.”