Anyone could tell
He was a man of God
All one had to do
Was listen to him
No… he never preached
Or pushed his ideals on anyone
It was just the way he spoke
And the love that radiated
From every single word
He also had a touch
That seemed to put
The world at ease
When he would place his hand
Upon my shoulder
Or just give a friendly hug
To all those he would meet
You knew that everything
Was going to be alright
But he grew old
And not too long ago
Passed on to what I hope
Is a far better place
And though the world
Seems smaller for his leaving
Every once in a while
When someone says hello
O places a hand on my shoulder
Or gives me a hug
A smile comes to my lips
And just for a second or so
I know he’s there
And always will be
If I let him
beautiful poem, well penned poem, i enjoyed reading the poem. thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent thoughts and poem. TFS