Ed's Poem

Ed Gallagher Dec. 11, 1907 - Sept. 5, 2004

This verse form was written for Erectile Dysfunction Gallagher, a good friend and neighbor on the twenty-four hours his married woman called me to allow me cognize that he was in the infirmary and wasn't expected to live. I was asked by the household to read this at the assemblage after the funeral service and transcripts were given to all his household members.

It is of import to acknowledge that we volition lose our loved ones, despite the fact that they have got lived to a good age, and especially when they decease young.

People will say

That you lived a good life

You had many old age

With your children and your wife.



You lived a good life

Yes, it is true

But that doesn't intend

We won't lose you.



The sound of your voice

The gait of your step,

These are things

We won't forget.



Your old age on the farm

Were not spent in vain

You raised quite a crew

Through your labor and strain.



Though your sight and your hearing

Had begun to dim

Your caput was as sharp

As a tack or a pin.



Your head was filled

With all sorts of facts

Sports, people, farming,

Living life to the max.



When I came to visit

You expected a hug

And a simple kiss

On your smiling mug.



The visible light in your eyes

When you talked with a friend,

Those are the memories

That will never end.



You will be missed

Of that there's no doubt

And we'll believe of you often

When we're come out of the closet and about.



Or when we are watching

A game on tv

And hear them announcing

He scores, or work stoppage three.



You lived a good life

Yes that is true.

But that doesn't mean

We won't lose you!



right of first publication September 2004