My Dad, Bill

A conservative guy was he, 
keeping to himself and
not oft, initiating verse with others.

Working hard at everything he pursued,
Bill attained a sort of wealth,
to be felt and not seen.

After all, he did have a family. 
It was not supposed to matter
how many things a man had.

but, more what he practiced, 
what he consumated,
before he died.

Leaving behind two beautiful girls,
many vehicles and a wife,  Bill passed 
at an early age.

Adjustment to the loss
came easily for the girls,
However 'twas mortifying to  wife/ mother,
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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