he was a simple man
a saint,
he dragged his metal ice chest with him for many years
wherever life lead him
ball and chain,
birthdays
weddings
reunions
garage sales
the theaters
graduations
work
funerals
the bars
even church,
he brought beer
to drink
to share
to spill,
a simple man
the little blue man
he was a saint
who tried not to feel. -Shane Book