It was the best of times

No need for wanted signs

His mild compassionate ways

Encompassed in his quiet gaze

Always gentle tender warm

No need to stand on a platform

He cared deeply for one and all

His quick wit sharp and clear

Always delivered with cheer

Never with malice, it was genial

And most often quite gleeful

How I loved this young man

With all my heart, my lifespan

Eager for his presence always

For him my heart was ablaze

With love and longing untold

As memories quickly unfold







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