Bert

STUBBORN OLE GOD-FEARING CUSS,

who just happens to inspire me.
I’ve had my days of surrender,
floating, barely breathing at the
surface of life with my head
bent up in hopes of waiting
out one storm or another.

But you, stuffed in that crowded
room, whacked by nature so hard
you must sit, while I stand. You
keep open your eyes to see what
I, weaker soul, would have lost
to pity of my being.

Now, you listen here!
This is no small thing
finding hope so far down a
road where I would have
been lost. I am here to
praise your will.

I say, raise a glass to him,
for he lends me courage.
We are all part of your struggle.
May all you dream be yours.
May you never be alone.
May I find your strength.