My style...Precious

When he looks at You he sees no unpleasantness

His mind seems to be kind to all

He is not liked by few but he has no time to worry

He has a Heart of Good

And a Soul of a Loving Kind

He is not perfect but tries not to hurt his fellow men

He is at Peace most of his time....with God....within his Soul...his favorite words...Blessings to you

And really tries to be at his best with understanding of All the rest

He has been judge by many...so what? His charms are sometimes funny

Right or wrong ....in his heart he Cares and Love for you in loving kind

He is contended with what he got... And loves my style of poetry in music...and a Drink

While sometimes he will stop and donate to many...in smiles and a helping hand....even with a penny

And does not wait for thanks or any kind

So often he is told of wrong ...and sometimes take the blame for so call clowns

Now he is gone but missed by many

He was my cousin name Precious....and so was he

Now i realized he was a perfect treasure.....to all the Villagers in his area

Big.....Eye.....RIP

St john ......misses you....peace