Michael
By Glenn Currier

Some get degrees to teach,
learn to hurl words in fancy speech,
but the lessons he taught
could never be bought.
 
From Michael we learned how to live
to simply love and help and give
he taught us to be family and friend
a neighbor on whom to depend.
 
With little effort and no guile
he taught us to go the extra mile
to ignore boundaries of age
no enemy or stranger on his stage.
 
He cherished the joys life brings
but he made no god of things
his truck and home a country tune
feed the cows, mow the fields in June.
 
Early on he fought to stay alive
taught us in that valiant drive
to cherish life and live it well
before our final knell.
 
We are blessed that his life's arc
crossed ours in our light and in our dark.
On our souls a gentle mark
the sweet shining life of Michael Clark.

January 4, 2012

This poem is dedicated to my nephew who died January 2. He was just 35 years old. The poem was read at his funeral held in Madisonville, Texas where his parents, Paul and Theresa Clark reside. We already miss Michael and he was universally loved.

Poem, "Michael" with pictures pdf file might take a while to download

5th Anniversary of November 25, 2006 Durand Reunion coming up

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