A Nice Gentle Person

Poem By Francis Duggan

A grandfather and fifty year old widower his hair silver gray
A nice gentle person in his own quiet way
One I do see often though not every day
A bad word of others I never hear him say
One who never wishes to be famous and to many not known
In a one bedroom flat he now lives on his own
He works as a storeman in the town's hardware store
A job he has done for thirty years or more
A compassionate person about others he care
People like him not many on the side of rare
In words you never hear him put others down
A credit indeed to his side of the town
He is unaffected by guile or conceit
And as nice a person as one could wish to meet.

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