Marlin
A smile
A guitar
A rolled up cig
A voice that sings
At every gig
A mind that travels
Beyond this plain,
A sense of humor,
Sometimes insane...
A devotion
To daughters
Of whom he was
so proud,
A tendency never,
to talk too loud
Words and thoughts
Wise beyond his years,
Human suffering
That brought on tears
Mark T...
His Gors nickname
"Marlin"
I wonder if he liked to fish,
One thing's for sure,
I truely wish
He did still tread
This earth, a world
so grand,
I was oh so privileged
To be in his band.
Copyright © Tom Bell | Year Posted 2008
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