If there is anything I can reckon about you, it is not the years which waited for you patiently but the salute they gave you.
What you have, you gave, those yet you combed, their hints you rained on us, we live not by what you have done, but the substances in them. Rest, as your tales we fail not send the undone years.
The days never seize to come, neither the nights, with the darkening brides. If for once we can remember you, it is for your vigour, the nurturing of the present and the future, the toppling of the days yet unknown. Sound sleep Mr. Mandela