most for all of those
along the way
Who crossed my path, who touched my life,
left a brighter day . . .
My wife, the truly better half,
sons and daughters too,
Their patience, love and staunch supportó
wells from which I drew.
For caring parents, long at rest,
somehow still seem near,
And kinfolks held in high regard
marked for sainthood here . . .
For cherished friends whose loyalty
normal bounds exceeded . . .
The wise Iíve known whose counsel sought
help was needed.
For those with whom I served in life,
Who teamed up, toiled and turned it out,
gratitude forever . . .
For characters who broke the mold,
diamonds in the rough,
And gutsy souls who stayed the course
others cried, ďEnough!Ē
Itís these with whom God graced my life,
brought such joy to living,
Not things through work or chance possessed,
For these I lift my voice in song,
debt to them, no measure . . .
On whom I dwell when giving thanks . . .
them lies my treasure.
©1991 R. J Bolchoz