Uncle Cleo Part Two
Swimming in dusty dirt,
Speaking and
singing crazily,
Cursing at no one quite loud,
Truely a sight for one to see...
When I got married, and left,
He'd live for years,
With my wonderful parents,
At their Queens house,
Driving them slowly nuts,
He could be quite a putz,
And eventually, from
Their house,
They threw out this
drunken louse.....
But deep inside,
He was good hearted,
He just liked to
numb the pain,
He loved to hang out,
With me and my friends,
Over and over again...
I miss that sweet nut,
And the laughs he did bring,
But life goes on, just
another thing...
Of the family,
he's legend,
And my eternal mimics of him,
Have swelled his
humorous aura...
I'd guess up in
Heaven he's smiling,
Chuckling "Ho..ho...ho....!"
Midst the angels
with their harp,
Maybe not so stupid,
But surely not too sharp...
I do pray he's smiling...
As he really ought,
Just a bad hand of cards,
He was dealt, and was caught..
So "Uncle Cleo, a toast!"
To you I will drink,
You taught me a lot,
Much more than you'd think!
Copyright © Tom Bell | Year Posted 2007
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