Sitting Shiva in a Yarmulke
is not, for me, routine.
Still it was right that I should
grieve
for a man I’d never seen.
A man who loved his children
and was devoted to his wife.
A man who worked long hours
and was happy in his life.
A man active in his temple,
One who coached the little league.
A man like any other-
If you pricked him he would bleed.
He wore his nation’s uniform
when called in time of war.
And when the guns were set aside
He ran his little store.
There may be some million like him
Yet not so many as before
Men who truly loved this country
and were respecting of its laws.
A strong and vibrant middle class
is what our country needs
Not Parks filled with rootless losers
and boardrooms manned by thieves.
Dec 21, 2011
Dec 21, 2011 at 8:31 PM UTC
Sitting Shiva in a Yarmulke
is not, for me, routine.
Still it was right that I should
grieve
for a man I’d never seen.
A man who loved his children
and was devoted to his wife.
A man who worked long hours
and was happy in his life.
A man active in his temple,
One who coached the little league.
A man like any other-
If you pricked him he would bleed.
He wore his nation’s uniform
when called in time of war.
And when the guns were set aside
He ran his little store.
There may be some million like him
Yet not so many as before
Men who truly loved this country
and were respecting of its laws.
A strong and vibrant middle class
is what our country needs
Not Parks filled with rootless losers
and boardrooms manned by thieves.
Our late Friend, Ron Mittman. Hard to believe it is a year now that he has been gone.
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