The Enabler

They call him the enabler,
the man sitting in that chair.
Solves other people's problems,
drowns in his selfless cares.

A man of age and wisdom,
of courage and of might.
Does what's best for others,
but not always what is right.

Does nothing for himself,
but always seems content.
It's as if he knows, eventually,
his good deeds will pay the rent.

The rent to everlasting life,
a one way ticket into heaven.
A never ending, soaring flight,
to be one in God's own brethren.

Closest to an earthly saint,
that I have ever seen.
Incapable of accepting hate,
how can a man be so serene?