Uncle Bob's Words

Words, poetry, stuff like that

He would have loved them

I knew a guy whose book of life

Was more gracefully done than mine,

A finer hand on flawless paper.

The promise of love, oh, it was there

For the first few chapters

Then the quality fell

And it finally, fitfully, ended.


Oh, I was sad, but I kept writing

About all my silly-hearted loves

And my time tested BFFs, yes,

I have written of art and ailments

Cameras, colors and

Splendid little gadgets.

Ah, He would have loved them, loved them all.

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