Random Poem of the Day – XVIII
by Michael Ball
This man was a carpenter,
who built his life straight and true.
This man was a gardener,
who grew his family with love and kindness.
This man was a fisherman,
who cast his net wide and called all he met ‘friend’.
This man was
a husband, a father, a grandfather.
This man was all of this and more
and I am better for having known him.