In the heart of Empco's buzzing hive, Old Arthur J. Smith kept the drive alive. A union man with a cause and might, They say he’d listen through the quiet of night. With steadfast resolve, on principles stood, In his eyes, fairness and brotherhood. "Retired," they claim, yet his fire ignites— In whispered halls, you’ll hear: "It ain't right.” In the echoes of speeches long since made, His legacy lingers, unfading, unfrayed. A president once, forever his fight— Justice, his beacon, his unwavering light.