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Jun 2014
He falters now where once trod firm
I helped him whenever I could
Here was he, whose favor I'd sought
frail body where the man once stood

My spirit soared and loves him still
he had heard my heart’s lonesome cries
When I was the child of few years
while he a man grown old and wise

His was the soul I based mine on
the kind spirit who loved me most
Strength of purpose flowed from his mind
now stands this vision like a ghost

I bear witness as time runs out
where once I advanced in his sight
Both by favor and through merit
his eyes beheld my future bright

In time may we all find our place
helping others achieve their dream
While I could only hope to be
held by someone in such esteem

He's lost none of his true spirit
that still holds to my heart so dear
I will follow where this heart leads
every day of every year

Tate
Original version with music and pictures
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/644192/
Some of us have had the pleasure of meeting a gold soul.And thankfully never forgot it .
I wrote this for my friend George whose heart led my soul through life when I needed him most. Would that I could grant him a few of my own years.
George suffered a stroke 10/25/12 and all was touch and go. Though he has recovered I feel the hand of time on my shoulder. Reminding me that life is precious! What is the value of a man? To me George is the greatest man I ever knew. It has become quite evident that I will have to face this pending loss. I hope I can do this with the dignity befitting this great man. From this once wandered man to be I would just say. "No one was ever more loved than he is by me."
"Thank you George."
This is for those of you who belong to facebook. It is a tiny excerpt from the 20 minute 8mm film I rescued of his wedding in 1957
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=10151978140193586
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