From here this window.
As i write this special poem
Write it i will with care
I know he will read the lines
And know its him sat there
He often writes with sadness
This man without a face
Such a tender heart as he
His eyes i so long to trace
He knows i often watch him
From my window far away
Write him a few cheery lines
About every other day
A man without a smiling face
Yet a heart that's made of gold
Its good to know him my friend
Whether he be young or old
His love of God is eternal
He the rock at my feet
A most charming gentleman
One i would long to meet.
Copyright© Sharon Brady.
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