Bobby V
Bobby V died poor and meek,
prayed the Lord his soul to keep
Committed to the Golden Rule,
a simple man, hard hands his only tools.
No wealth or gold had Bob bequeath,
when the cancer finally took his (last) breath
Still friends and family mourned sincere…
and shed true tears ‘cause Bob had passed from here……..
Charles also died that day…
lived his life above the layman fray,
He often heard his old man say,
“you gotta squash a few along the way.”
Charles had amassed great wealth
but very few came ‘round to see,
When his money could not purchase health
and Chuck was just as gone as Bobby V…
We may not control out destiny,
but brother we all leave a legacy…
Just like Mr. Charles and Bobby V…
we all choose the bed in which we sleep.
Epilogue…postscript…outtro…
If they could only pass this way…
I wonder what old Chuck and Bob might say…
Today………
