He Was Like a God To Me
he was like a god to me
a paragon of decency
kind words on his lips
for one and all
there to lend a hand
should you stumble or fall
you couldn't insult him
his ego he'd buried
always wondered though
why he'd never married
when i found out
i wanted to cry
wracked with disease
at thirty he'd die
in life, some things are meant to be
his brief time down here, a blessing to me
July 15, 2020
A Contest about a Goddess or a God
-- Not THE God -- Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2020
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