Sometimes, you just go blue
When grief hurls you a stone
You may lose a loved one and
It aches you, every bone.
You wonder what to do, feel
You are at a loss of thoughts
He was your mentor and friend
He brought me happiness
And I think I brought him some too
Life goes on, and we all pass through
We make the best of what we have
No apologies are due.
Each day when we look back
We can offer thanks for his gifts.
Our hearts are strong, even though pained
It is a heavy load, and it is under strain
The tears I am sure are going to flow
This happens when you’re feeling blue.
There will never be another whom
I can call my friend and brother
No there will never be another
Stanski
April 29, 2024, ^
Steve Haarman 