He was a funny guy.
He tried to understand,
And, if not, then
At least accept
Most people.
Some rubbed him the wrong way,
But if you needed him,
He was there for you.
And he could laugh it off,
If you were a bit odd.
Back in the day,
When we were housemates,
Then roommates,
He would chuckle at me,
Because I was book smart,
But I liked to dance at parties.
He usually passed
On the dancing,
But every now and then,
He could rock out.
He could be serious
When it came to prayer,
And knowing the Lord.
I know he prayed for me.
I’ll miss him.
Stumbling along the sidewalk 