For Addie'sman

For Addie who put up with him Through all those years of scrabble Who left before he came so grim And rose above the rabble He sits and sips in friendly bars Filling napkins with his life I read them later under stars A thin worn blade of knife Reminiscing ever missing Addie’s gentle hold Trying to point the way along To other wayward old And though I didn’t know you then I’ll take the time t’ thank you Glen For sharing that’s been told