r..i.p. David Tober lost his life Jumping to his death; A leap resulting in the act Of taking his last breath. At eighty-nine his life was full Of excess from success; A humble man by all accounts, Never flaunting his noblesse. Sugar Foods he owned and ran, A New York company; Sweet ’n Low among their brands Now found abundantly. Fourteen hundred now employed From modest start of few, Door to door and phone to phone He worked until it grew. But Parkinson’s had taken toll, A busy man he’d been; It seems he couldn’t face a world He’d toil no more again. A graduate of Harvard Law, Meals on Wheels he’d start; His wife the editor of Brides And trustees both of art. In every restaurant everywhere, Ubiquitous is found The granules of his life and times Unfettered and unbound.Leave a Comment
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