Harold...
Harold came of age
during the depression.
Never idle.
No bread lines...
Finally...
Foundry work.
Never groused...
Kept shoveling.
Wry wit,
Winking eye...
Self made,
Slept well.
Short on words,
Tall in humor,
Story teller...
Over and over.
Loved life,
Loved his wife
Lonely in time,
Longing for Heaven.
Once happy...
Happy once more.
....
Harold was a remarkable and simple man. He was humorous, lovable and always joking. This quiet man made a huge impression on my heart.
