I knew your father, a way you never did
sitting at a bar, a little off the grid
He became my friend, a teacher, a time
his stories enthralled me and then became mine
his friendship was real, honest and true
He was consistent, easy to turn to
Like father and more, he became part of my day
drinking and talking, never a cliché
We didn’t always see things and completely agree
but our friendship was deeper, I was made to see
What he saw in me, I never understood
he carved out a table of ancient redwood
Beer and wings, sometimes a little more
I hope we meet again, on a distant mystical shore
Now he is gone, some days I feel a bother
I’m just glad I can say “I knew your father”
Reblogged this on rvroger and commented:
heads up to friendship….heads up to u …brilliantly expressed feeling of frienship
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Beautiful. Reblogging to sister site “Timeless Wisdoms”
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