Not all men are equal, some less than others.

Some rant and rage, some pillage

Spread aggression and hate 

Not caring of the spillage. 

Some are nice, some even mean well

Some carry barbs in the words they say

Yet some are benign, some upright

And some are always on display. 

And then there’s you: strict but kind

Sculpting my soul in your unique hand 

Your love and humor that still serve me well 

Took me years to understand. 

That you are missed is a certainty

Not a day passes without your thought

Some say I am foolish, some shrug

And some wish that I forgot. 

This is how I while away the years

Starting each day anew,

Among the ghosts of living strangers 

Not one as real as you.