What Makes Real Men
I’ve seen so much
In the few years I’ve been here
Some things witnessed
Are my deepest fears
Not too long ago
On July 26th of 2004
Two great friends
That I greatly adore
The first on this day
Was my dear ol’ grand dad
The other was a kid
And this kid had
A bright promising future
Just out of high school
And he always seemed
Oh so cool
Thing happen
Unpredictable and unjust
Yet push on
Everyone must
What is done is done
The past we cannot change
And at time this causes our lives
To be rearranged
Honor their memory with laughter
Do not dwell on the grief
Just move on
You must believe
I have lost men
Whose shoes I could only hope to fill
Some had passed
Because they were incurably ill
Some have died
Before their time
Passing in the very beginning
Of their promising prime
What makes a real man
Is not how he starts things
It is the kind of finish
He shall bring
Copyright © Michael Harris | Year Posted 2006
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