How He (Or She) Was Remembered Poem by Paul Warren

What is left at the end (please insert she for he where needed) ……

How he was remembered

He always looked me in the eye
When I would drop by
And then he would say
What was needed on that day

He always was for the blue
And the right thing to do
He was never second in
Knowing the right way to begin

When the years totalled true
He retired from the blue
Always someone I called mate
And when spoken about it was great

So his last day came to pass
We didn't know it was his last
And I remember him now
Straight to the eye not bowed.

© Paul Warren Poetry