Dear Mr. Willis,
Last year I found you
Dead on your doorstep
with your hand
Just out of reach
Of yesterday's newspaper.
Your neighbors say they didn't notice.
How can you not notice
A dead man on a doorstep?
They said it was simple,
They just didn't think to look.
I was only looking because I was angry,
Angry about a C-
While you were lying
Stone-cold on your front walkway.
It seems silly now,
But it was important to me at the time.
The doctors say it was a stroke,
But sometimes I wonder,
Was it really the stroke that killed you
Or was it being a Professor.
Kids arguing about grades and essays
And whether or not you're teaching the class right.
I just wanted to say
I'm sorry I didn't find you
Until it was too late.
I hope you like it wherever you are
And if you see her
Could you say hello to Amelia Earheart for me?
Ask her how she died?