Henry was a darling
a quiet, gentle man
Who never rose his voice
and always lent a hand
He worked his job
for thirty years
Never missed a day
Always with a smile
and a kind word to say
He paid his taxes every year
and glady did his ‘part’
And let his son go off to war
although it broke his heart
He mowed his lawn
and swept his walk
with great care and pride
Never grumbling about grafitti
he used the whitewash to hide
He voted in elections
ever faithful to his party
Believing that the promised change
would make his country hearty
And then the pinkslip came
Henry was no longer needed
Outsourcing – the solution
to which his bosses heeded
And oh yes, by the way
the pension plan was bleeded
And in the dark his son returned
from the ravages of war
But Henry didn’t recognize
the boy he once adored
The market crashed -housing fell
bail outs left and right
And in his heart he wondered
When he’d lost his sight
But suddenly his eyes were opened
and shock rang through and through
and no one had to tell him
what suddenly he knew
And Henry’s still a darling
a lovely gentle man
who raises his voice proudly
to get a better plan
For Henry won’t surrender
his country without a fight
because my dear friends
our Henry’s seen the light
copyright 2010
Anita Rodgers Mystery Writer 
Just goes to show that being a darling doesn’t necessarily mean one must be timid.
Or even nice, eh? LOL.
Annie 🙂
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I so much like the inclusion of that particular photograph– determined face, prayerful hands. I can see this Henry standing up.
Yes, I think there are a lot of Henrys standing up these days. Hooray for us.
Annie
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Love the poem and the sentiment. My husband’s name if Henry(Hank) and as I read it, sounded like it could be about him. Thanks
Hey Sally,
Well, I swear I’ve never met Hank – but he must be a swell guy. 😉 Thanks for reading.
WC
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