People liked him, not because
He was rich or known to fame;
He had never won applause
As a star in any game
His was not a brilliant style,
His was not a forceful way,
But he had a gentle smile
And a kindly word to say
Never arrogant or proud,
On he went with manner mild;
Never quarrelsome or loud,
Just as simple as a child
Honest, patient, brave and true:
Thus he lived from day to day,
Doing what he found to do
In a cheerful sort of way
Wasn't one to boast of gold
Or belittle it with sneers,
Didn't change from hot to cold,
Kept his friends throughout the years
Sort of man you like to meet
Any time or any place
There was always something sweet
And refreshing in his face
Sort of man you'd like to be:
Balanced well and truly square;
Patient in adversity,
Generous when his skies were fair
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