My Best Friend Poem by Edward R. Stiner Sr.
My Best Friend
He wasn't real tall,
Just five foot nine,
But a better friend,
I could not find.
With hair of red,
And eyes of blue,
The words he spoke,
I knew were true.
We'd hunt and fish,
Or drink a beer,
At ease I felt,
When he was near.
His heart of gold,
He'd share with you,
For love of life,
Is what he knew.
But now he's gone,
And I feel bad,
My friend it's true.
He is my DAD.
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5/7/2024 8:58:08 AM # 1.0.0.1119
what a beaytiful poem, thats brins a tear to my eye really it does.