My Uncle is mans man
Not my uncle by blood
But more than that me
More than that to me.
99 now and maybe a hundred soon
He's a betting man on the horses
Born 2/11/16 betting on making a hundred shooting high
Till the Belmont Gates clank open
He'll be in the running.
He's stood by ailing wife
As she sank into memoirs hole
Memories burdens laid at our feet
To comfort and adore.
So off on his journey
With lung cancer to bear
not seen in too long
We all have our own burdens to bear
Nothing of compare
He's part of who I've become
Made by how he has lived and loved
Cared for and by
He is the one
Who's stood by
While others stared
And talked
Faithfulness flowered and grew
Worked and labored
Under love but not lost
My uncle is a mans man
But more than that to me
More than that to me.
Running his last race
Shedding illusions
Spilling them
Leaves in the sun
A man .… so loved.
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