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Herman Ruff

having not known when he meet death i find myself the last mourner none the less i have grief to shoulder hidden tears that have become bolder as history becomes older a time in my past and often remembered moments that made me what i am my teacher, my master words he would not understand but Herman Ruff was more than just a man i was just a teenager when God put me in his hand with gospel music he molded my past i never let go of what he gave me it still last i take that talent and use it where ever i am that part of him still lives because I Am he put something inside of me that said "I can" i can make music more beautiful than before i can use my voice to open hidden doors i can make people stand to the floor with tenors harmony that makes them beg for more all this came from a man i now adore with words of tribute that say i could have done more some where up in Heaven on the grandest of grand pianos he sings giving God the Glory the way he taught me

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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Date: 9/10/2008 3:22:00 PM
a great poem. thank your for reading my poem and for your comment
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