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A Man Called Harry

He knew me when I was broken.

He steadied me when I stumbled,

He believed in me, he gave me hope,

when I had no belief and felt hopeless.

 

He stood me up when I fell down.

He was my friend when I was a stranger.

He held me together when I was falling apart.

He gave me the courage, to find my own courage.

 

As I was waiting to die, he gave me life,

He left me a better man than he found me.

He showed me the purpose for living was giving.

Each day I say a pray of thanksgiving.

 

For my mentor in life. A man called Harry!

 

(c) 26th October 2010

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