William B. Bogardus
Silver Hair
Silver hair, like mountain snow,
Glistening on the vale below.
Eyes that said, “I understand”,
Always lent a helping hand.
Simple man, no airs had he,
Wanted all their best to be.
Lived a life filled with Grace,
Had no fear, his Lord to face.
Always tread the righteous path,
Not given to murk or wrath.
Silver hair, we miss him so,
Love you Dad, this we know.
LDT 7 Dec ‘20
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