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
The original with music and video of Georges wedding from 1957 in 8mm is here
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/644192
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 5:27 PM UTC
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
The original with music and video of Georges wedding from 1957 in 8mm is here
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."
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