He was a man of low class, kind, genuine, a smile made of glass.
To many, he had little, present friends, many of them judgmental and fickle.
But a failed vision that is indeed, for a man who's only thought was for those in need.
Here at his life's end, cards, few they send.
The crowd petite, plenty of chairs to rest their feet.
From this view, many would never pursue.
The life of this traveler, he felt quite alone.
And just for that he became many others type of home.
He always made an impact, he talked with all he saw.
In the room are few, but around the world from a Father in Heavens view.
People live on, unaware of the loss.
Everyone expires, but a choice it is, to have a high value cost.
He has moved on, and now he looks upon.
Those who wander about, as their lives move on.
So don't be fooled by the amount, but by the moments, they count. Don't criticize by view of the present crowds cue.
Many have shed tears that are outside your view.
Just because someone is missing does not mean they don't care about you.
Just because they're present, well it again goes to say. A life is not decided by another's personal say.
Dont judge the flaws without seeing the cause.
There are angels and friends who offer silent applause.
We may not hear it, but it will in fact be there.
So long as we act in love, in spite of what's "fair."
- Writers Note:
This was written in dedication to my dad. A man I greatly respect, especially as I've grown. A man who travels a lot to give us what we need. Because he's always on the road, it would seem he has few friends in the world. Yet everywhere he goes he meets a stranger and leaves the conversation a friend. An unsung hero at times. I am happy to say I'm close to him in spite of how little time we've been able to spend together. He is still a role model for me.
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