In the belly of steel, where the fires burned bright, 
Samuel Solomon Williams worked through the night. 
With shovel in hand, and sweat on his brow, 
He fed the great engines, without asking how. 

Beneath all the glamour, below decks so deep, 
He labored in silence, while others would sleep. 
The heat of the furnace, the sweat of the brow, 
His life was the fire that fueled the ship’s vow. 

The Titanic, so mighty, so proud on the sea, 
Held no greater heart than the one beneath thee. 
For Samuel, the fireman, was a man of pure grit, 
The engines his kingdom, the furnace his wit. 

Through hours uncounted, he shoveled with care, 
Ensuring her power, while others despair. 
A life of hard labor, unseen and unknown, 
Yet in the depths of his soul, he called it his own. 

The iceberg came calling, with death in its wake, 
But Samuel kept working, for the ship's sake. 
The waters they rose, the cold filled the air, 
Yet Samuel remained, with no time for despair. 

As chaos broke loose, and the ship started to break, 
He knew there was little that could now be saved. 
But the fireman’s duty was to stay at his post, 
So he stoked the last flames, not knowing the cost. 

The ship split in two, as the cold took its toll, 
But Samuel was steadfast, a heart made of coal. 
In the depths of the darkness, where the cold winds did moan, 
He gave his last breath to the ship he called home. 

Now silent, the furnace, now still in the deep, 
Where Samuel’s body in the cold shadows sleeps. 
Yet his courage, his fire, his spirit lives on, 
In the hearts of the fallen, in the stories once sung. 

For Samuel Solomon Williams, a name etched in flame, 
A fireman who perished, but never in vain. 
His hands may be cold, but his soul still does burn, 
A hero forgotten, yet we still yearn. 

In the depths of the sea, where the Titanic lies, 
Samuel’s spirit will never say goodbye. 
For the heart of the ship, in the dark, still beats, 
In the soul of a fireman, whose duty repeats.

Rest in peace,   
Samuel Solomon Williams 
1884–1912

Your life was short, but it was not without meaning. You worked, you loved, and you were loved in return. Though the sea took you too soon, your story lives on, not just in records and headlines, but in the hearts of those who remember.  

May you rest in eternal peace, never forgotten.

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