Witty

Witty

 

He was a comic true

Witty through and through

He left us all in stitches

With laughter and hitches

Laughing until we hurt

So delightful was his mirth

He hid his own pain well

It was impossible to tell

The depth of sorrow felt

And where he often dwelt

Compassion care and love

Second nature, like a glove

Yet deep within his psyche

Lived sorrow oh so mighty

He left us all too soon

From his death, we’re not immune

Leaving in his wake

Both laughter and heartache

 

 

 

 

3 thoughts on “Witty

    1. I enjoyed his humour so much and he was a compassionate man who quietly gave to those in need. He is missed, not only by family and friends, but by those of us who so enjoyed hid gift of talent

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