Musings by The Poet Loriet
Depth Of A Salesman
I'll never forget the special night
we went out for French food,
sharing rich wines and escargot,
creme brulee, and the best
sparkling conversation;
I've never laughed so hard before!
Oh, Bill, I love you still...
You've been my favorite guy pal
from that initial moment of recognition.
You strode confidently through our office door,
your dimpled smile, compassionate eyes,
captured my attention...
I had yet to experience one of your
unabashedly loving
heart hugs that melt;
a chocolate elixir to my soul.
I had yet to discover that we shared
the same wierd sense of humor,
taste in music, love of poetry,
essence of spirituality, and, of course,
our zeal for daring and fun...
an adoration for children, our quirky ideas.
You have apparent inner beauty;
I became an instant fan!
Somehow I knew it was okay
to serenade you with singing voice mails.
Bill, don't change that number
because I have several more
special dedications to send you.
I love to make you laugh!
You love silly mischief too!
You're our Guy Friday
(and, yes, we'll take requests!).
Oh, Ortho Bill~
I don't think you ever gave us
a sales pitch~you didn't have to!
We just looked at one another
and reached for your product...
"It's for OUR BILL", we rationalized
and shared a knowing wink!
We loved our tea time
when you brought us green tea
and your grinning boyish face.
You are, without a doubt,
our favorite skinhead...
well, ok, the only one we know,
and the only one who could make
that style look so suave, so easy-breezy
in your handsome business suits.
You're the brightest crayon in the box!
After one busy morning,
fielding never-ending medical questions
and one step away from throwing
the incessant phone out the window...
Oh, Bill!
We'll never forget your call,
"Real quick, I've got a bet going!
What are the words to that Thumbkin song?!"
So, there we were, two professional nurses
and a distinguished doctor,
singing, "Where is Thumbkin?",
complete with an unconscious hand jive
in front of a full waiting room
of amused, astonished patients!
That's what you do to us, Bill!...
and the smiles sneak back to us
throughout the day, lightening our load!
Tonight, I thought of you as I soaked
in a bath, beer in hand,
taking in the aroma of vanilla toasted coconut,
compliments of you,
and reading the book of poems you gave me,
the Christmas gift that will forevermore
remind me of you...
how fitting!
You're like a tropical summer breeze
in the middle of a work week.
Bill, you may be physically leaving us,
but will remain forever in our hearts.
Not a Friday will pass
that we won't pause for a moment,
sip our green tea,
and remember
how you
touched
our lives.
we went out for French food,
sharing rich wines and escargot,
creme brulee, and the best
sparkling conversation;
I've never laughed so hard before!
Oh, Bill, I love you still...
You've been my favorite guy pal
from that initial moment of recognition.
You strode confidently through our office door,
your dimpled smile, compassionate eyes,
captured my attention...
I had yet to experience one of your
unabashedly loving
heart hugs that melt;
a chocolate elixir to my soul.
I had yet to discover that we shared
the same wierd sense of humor,
taste in music, love of poetry,
essence of spirituality, and, of course,
our zeal for daring and fun...
an adoration for children, our quirky ideas.
You have apparent inner beauty;
I became an instant fan!
Somehow I knew it was okay
to serenade you with singing voice mails.
Bill, don't change that number
because I have several more
special dedications to send you.
I love to make you laugh!
You love silly mischief too!
You're our Guy Friday
(and, yes, we'll take requests!).
Oh, Ortho Bill~
I don't think you ever gave us
a sales pitch~you didn't have to!
We just looked at one another
and reached for your product...
"It's for OUR BILL", we rationalized
and shared a knowing wink!
We loved our tea time
when you brought us green tea
and your grinning boyish face.
You are, without a doubt,
our favorite skinhead...
well, ok, the only one we know,
and the only one who could make
that style look so suave, so easy-breezy
in your handsome business suits.
You're the brightest crayon in the box!
After one busy morning,
fielding never-ending medical questions
and one step away from throwing
the incessant phone out the window...
Oh, Bill!
We'll never forget your call,
"Real quick, I've got a bet going!
What are the words to that Thumbkin song?!"
So, there we were, two professional nurses
and a distinguished doctor,
singing, "Where is Thumbkin?",
complete with an unconscious hand jive
in front of a full waiting room
of amused, astonished patients!
That's what you do to us, Bill!...
and the smiles sneak back to us
throughout the day, lightening our load!
Tonight, I thought of you as I soaked
in a bath, beer in hand,
taking in the aroma of vanilla toasted coconut,
compliments of you,
and reading the book of poems you gave me,
the Christmas gift that will forevermore
remind me of you...
how fitting!
You're like a tropical summer breeze
in the middle of a work week.
Bill, you may be physically leaving us,
but will remain forever in our hearts.
Not a Friday will pass
that we won't pause for a moment,
sip our green tea,
and remember
how you
touched
our lives.
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Depth Of A Salesman
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