Memories Of Bob

I met him on a summer’s day,

when life seemed very far away

 

A home once mine when as a boy,

I’d lived and loved and searched for joy

 

Twas taken cruelly from my grasp,

the black sheep son, now left askance

 

As I walked past this house so tall,

a dark haired man in t-shirt called

 

“How are you today” he said and smiled,

my burden lightened, my mood beguiled

 

I knew that instant, my Angel named,

and in that moment we friends became

 

With all the magic in his heart

my life rebuilt, he drew the chart

 

For two short years he gave me all,

and fifty more I still recall

 

How at a crossroads he there stood

a lighthouse shining, and always would

 

I owe so much to that young man

who took me in and took my hand

 

And saved me from a life unhinged,

and me a stranger—but not to him

 

Bob may be gone, but deep inside,

his smile stays, his goodness shines

 

If I may live another year,

his words I’ll carry close and dear

 

And thank my Brother from the sun,

—for the grateful man that I’ve become

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February 12. 2018)

      ‘Read At Bob’s Funeral, 2/24/18’

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