Michael

Michael

© by Bud Lemire on Jan 7, 2018

I met him here at the Harbor Tower one day

After chatting with him, I knew he was okay

At the time he had a bicycle, that he would ride

It was a blue one, and I'd see him ride it outside

I'd always joke around with him, that was me

He even took time to show me his family tree

Raised in the Keweenaw Peninsula, he's been everywhere

He has a long gray beard, and a head of gray hair

I saw him working, on a jigsaw puzzle in the lobby

I thought to myself, he's picked up a wonderful hobby

I'd visit with him, and soon I was involved

We'd take turns throughout the day, until it was solved

When he got a vehicle, he'd ask if I wanted to go Wal-Mart

We'd end up there, or Meijer, and I'd have a cart

We went looking at Christmas Lights one night

I took pictures, and they were quite a sight

“Well Buddy Boy, it's time for me to move away”

“But if I'm coming down here, I'll call you that day”

“I might even send a jigsaw puzzle to you”

“If I see a good one, you'll know what to do”

Some people said he was a drifter

I always thought of him, as an uplifter

He was a friend to many, who are living here

A good man, to me he is a friend who is dear

This is for a friend, Michael Kezele. Who became

my friend while he lived here at Harbor Tower.

Now he's moved on to Iron Mountain. But I don't

think I've seen the last of that man, and his smiling

face. But I'm sure he's making friends wherever he

goes.