Mild

Mild

 

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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