His presence was joyous and playful
Impossible to nab with a frown
I'll not forget his first glance at me
As he joyfully mocked my home town
His build was heavy and broad
His tongue was sharp and stout
Always ready to cut down any man
Who dared run their foolish mouth
A history buff who adored his books
He cherished good music and beer
Love for his students he never lost
He taught eagerly year to year
Lost and in search of advice one day
I knew just where to look
Heartbroken was I when I heard the news
His last breath he'd already took
With tears I write these final words
On paper that's soggy to touch
His name was Alan, he was my friend
And I miss him very much
04/06/2018
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 3:12 AM UTC
His presence was joyous and playful
Impossible to nab with a frown
I'll not forget his first glance at me
As he joyfully mocked my home town
His build was heavy and broad
His tongue was sharp and stout
Always ready to cut down any man
Who dared run their foolish mouth
A history buff who adored his books
He cherished good music and beer
Love for his students he never lost
He taught eagerly year to year
Lost and in search of advice one day
I knew just where to look
Heartbroken was I when I heard the news
His last breath he'd already took
With tears I write these final words
On paper that's soggy to touch
His name was Alan, he was my friend
And I miss him very much
04/06/2018
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