Neat Old Guy

Cancer came
Went
In a month
It didn’t leave him
Gone was
The laughter
The grit
The sweetness
The things
That were simply him
He wasn’t an uncle grandpa or a dad to me
Just an old guy I once knew
I would have called him any of those & been proud
He was a neat old guy
The kind they don’t make very often & are missed
When gone.

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