A Gentle Man

A Gentle Man

A gentle man of simple yen,
Of habit like most working men.
He loved his Trish and Julie and Jen
And Frances and James, from way back when.

He bore no cynicism, nor malice.
Was never crude, nor mean, nor callous.
A gentle man of simple yen,
He took a drink now and then.

I always knew he was pleased to see me,
He never judged, but questioned gently.
Mateship he understood better than most,
He never saw the need to boast.

He marvelled at others achievements,
Always generous with praise, indeed.
He declined to criticise others,
A decent man, he saw no need.

In times of inflated egos,
Of shallow, manufactured “heroes”,
He lived to his own expectation,
Grand legacy of his generation.

A ritual of sleep delayed,
On bended knee, to his God he prayed.
Of commitment was this humble man,
A good and gentle, family man.

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6:54 pm August 12, 2016 | Abuse Report


Love this Danny and very proud of you for honouring Tom this way

8:05 am August 13, 2016 | Abuse Report


It was easy Margaret. I am sure you remember him with the same fondness. A gentle man and a gentleman indeed. Loved the bloke.

10:35 am September 4, 2016 | Abuse Report


Its so easy to forget times gone by, thanks Danny for reminding me of an uncle who really was a gentle man, just how I want to remember him too!

    10:08 pm September 5, 2016 | Abuse Report


    Good one Jerome.
    He was special in his own understated way.