Honored Man
A man who seemed so big
Yet would give the world to me
With hands made of stone
A life that you should know
He was a old time Cop you see
A Sergeant that walked the streets
In a time when cops just knew
How to enforced a law or two
A soldier in several wars
Americas worth fighting for
Those words I heard him say
When asked about those days
He was a prisoner of the war
But he would not say much more
We knew they tortured him
But they say he never gave in
At home he started hard
Drinking at every bar
But a family he still raised
Thats how it was those days
Then one day he just slowed down
And he put the bottle down
He became the man I knew
And tought me a thing or two
He was married for 50 years
To a woman he loved so dear
Till one day she left his side
To go to a better life
My grandfather was a gentle man
So calm when he held my hand
He gave so much in life
And he taught me how to write
By Carl Joseph Roberts (August 2013)
In
Loving
Memory
And In Honor of Sgt. Harold A. Yates ( Hank)
My grandfather who shared the love of poetry
Christian
Husband
Father
Soldier
Cop
Sergeant
Grandfather
Great Grandfather
This Cross for him
Aug 17, 2013
Aug 17, 2013 at 10:23 AM UTC
Honored Man
A man who seemed so big
Yet would give the world to me
With hands made of stone
A life that you should know
He was a old time Cop you see
A Sergeant that walked the streets
In a time when cops just knew
How to enforced a law or two
A soldier in several wars
Americas worth fighting for
Those words I heard him say
When asked about those days
He was a prisoner of the war
But he would not say much more
We knew they tortured him
But they say he never gave in
At home he started hard
Drinking at every bar
But a family he still raised
Thats how it was those days
Then one day he just slowed down
And he put the bottle down
He became the man I knew
And tought me a thing or two
He was married for 50 years
To a woman he loved so dear
Till one day she left his side
To go to a better life
My grandfather was a gentle man
So calm when he held my hand
He gave so much in life
And he taught me how to write
By Carl Joseph Roberts (August 2013)
In
Loving
Memory
And In Honor of Sgt. Harold A. Yates ( Hank)
My grandfather who shared the love of poetry
Christian
Husband
Father
Soldier
Cop
Sergeant
Grandfather
Great Grandfather
This Cross for him
If you are a follower of my poems and like many that you read, please know it is because of my grandfather that I write. My grandfather shared with me his love for poetry and allowed me to read his poetry books. It was from his love that I took up writing and it is in his honor that I put down my words for all to read.
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