My Friend, Mel
Now comes the time we join and honor Mel.
A truer man I’m sure I’ve never known.
His personality, his life, his own.
So very human stories he would tell.
Mel had the heart of Mainer men his age;
Of kindness, but with sense and smarts all through .
He knew traditions, always loved them, too.
An avid group of listeners he’d engage
An audience of twenty-nine, or three.
With tales of acquisitions, he’d regale
His listeners with long and funny tales.
Finding treasures in other men’s debris
He’d made his lifetime seem that of a man
Whose happiness depended not upon
The same winds blowing ’round, both here and yon,
Which captured normal lives in grasping hands.
His life, a quiet treasure we’ll recall
When he’s remembered. He’ll be missed by all.