In Memory of Roy

"A True Southern Gentleman"

November 19, 2006

Friends come, friends go; the loves

men know are ever fleeting;

In song and smile a little while

 we read their kindly greeting;

With warmth and cheer they linger near,

the friends we fondly treasure;

Then on a day they drift away,

a loss no words can measure.

This much we know: friends come, friends go,

as April's gladness passes,

As sun and shade, in swift parade,

paint changes on meadow grasses.

And though we grieve to see them leave,

in thought we still enfold them;

In Memory's Net we keep them yet,

and thus can ever hold them.

They come, they go - these Loves we know.

Life's Tides are ever moving;

But year on year, they still seem near -

so great the power of loving.

Author Unknown

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