By Charles Robert Lindholm
I’m sorry that I missed you
I know we would have been friends
I would have liked to have shared
walking some of life’s pathway
with you
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A Quiet Man
He was a quiet man, he was a helpful caring man. Handsome in his youth a dashing man,a fighter for rights man. A union man, a fighting for the under dog man, a “I’ll do it if I can man” .
He met my Mum, a wooing man, a handsome flashing eyed Irishman. A black haired almost wild man, a stand up for what I am man. A good man to trust your life to and my Mum did, he was an out in the open man what see is what you get man nothing hid.
He worked hard he was a family man. A sturdy, bring home the wages man, a giver, comforter a lover man. A home maker man some one to carry the can man, a there until the end man.
He was a stern man, when you had done wrong, though he was a quick to praise man , happy to teach you a lessen in a song man. A teacher man,sometimes a preacher man an always there when it counted man.