How He Was Remembered

What is left at the end (please insert she for he where needed)…… How he was remembered He always looked me in the eye When I would drop by And then he would say What was needed on that day He always was for the blue And the right thing to do He was never second in Knowing the right way to begin When the years totalled true He retired from the blue Always someone I called mate And when spoken about it was great So his last day came to pass We didn’t know it was his last And I remember him now Straight to the eye not bowed. © Paul Warren Poetry