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Tired and happy

My heart is full

I close my eyes
to end a great day
Another great day

I am a lucky guy
With all that I have
With all of those
who fill my heart

A wonderful family
who don’t judge
Who want nothing
but the best
for me

So many good friends
Unbelievable friends
who are always there
No matter what
this crazy life
brings my way

A modest home
where my heart resides
That reflects who I am
Where my mind
rests peacefully
after another
great day

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Selfless

       Selfless

These thoughts
were written
with both
respect and regret
about The Most
Selfless Person
that I
have ever met

I can’t imagine
a kinder man
Quiet of words
and soft of heart
A loving Father
Wonderful Grandfather
Doing far more
than just his part

His time
became your time
Always going
out of his way
Whenever anyone
needed anything
At any hour
On any day

Tireless Volunteerhockey ice
Generous and warm
Patient and calm
Unselfish and true
What seemed like
nothing to him
meant everything
to you

Always thinking
of others first
That’s just how
he chose to live
Giving everything
of himself, and more
Until he had
no more to give

Robert Joseph Leo
Friend to many
Known to most
as Bobby Breen
He was Bob, to me
And he was also 
The Most Selfless Man
that I
have ever seen

Legacy

       Legacy

Can you leave
a legacy behindIMG_20150113_154720[1]
When your
blood line
ceases?
When no one
still living
shares
your blood?


No children

and wife gone
Ninety-three years
in this world 
Simple facts
for a simple man

Extraordinary 
perhaps not
But look closer
to find

Certain details
of this life


Married for

fifty-seven years
Partners in life-149309_ORIGINAL
for sixty
Alone for his
last fifteen

Literally worked in
the old salt mine
Yet still found
the resolve
Yet still found
the time

Served his nation
in World War II
Decorated for
his bravery
Liberating France
from Nazi ruleIMG_20150113_154846[1]

Volunteer fireman
Chief for years
Legion executive
Charity work
Loving husband
Friend to many


Proud and kind

small town man
Always a smile
in his eyes
Always a kind word
to say

You could see
his happiness
Always could sense
his ease 
You can recognize
his place


The long lineimages
at the wake
proof

Tears of honour
beside the grave
evidence
Of a life
well spent

All that he had
to those of us
who mattered

His wife and
his memories
by his side…

The people
of his legacy

 

Perspective

 

Perspective
Misunderstanding.

Misunderstood.
Anyway that you put it,
It is never any good.

Always seems to begin as a whisper
Accelerates on one side alone

A single word taken the wrong way
Actual intentions, largely unknown.

The kind of careless reaction
That can take all of it away
A thoughtless mental mistake
After a very thoughtful day.


You are wrong.
No. You are.

Any way that you put it,
It should never get this far.

Anger runs away with the truth
Leaving confusion in its wake
First and last straw all at once
A different mind-set, another take.

A tenuous and delicate balance
On a paper-thin perch
An instant away from nothing
After a life-long search.


I am sorry.

I was wrong.
Be the one to say it,
When it’s gone on too long.

Don’t let your ego get the best of you
And jeopardize all that you’ve built
Clearly not worth the risk

Neither the ultimatum, nor the guilt.

You realize your overreaction
You recognize your own short sight
Feeling tired and wired and restless
After a late love torn night.


Think of all you have to lose.

 Lose the drama to save face.
Take the high road to resolution.
 Let perspective find its place.

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