Ronald Reagan
Intrepid, he was, and jolly,
Observing, and astute.
The secret of his nature,
Was contentment at the root.
Of course, it wasn’t easy,
He had a real rough patch,
He learned to deal with basic things,
Before his dreams could hatch.
He learned to stand up like a man,
However grim the place.
He looked at every bit of life,
A smile upon his face.
He learned the secret early,
The joy there is to see,
Happy happens only if,
You just decide to be.
He started saving lives back then,
He was a strapping lad.
He kept a count inside his head,
His goal? A myriad.
And I would say he reached it,
Reached it, and surpassed.
For who knew then his fragile peace,
Could be the one to last?
Clearly, he could see it,
Of many things foreseen.
The shining lights upon the hill,
He’d glimpsed as just a teen.
His steady course of progress,
Rising as he went,
We only understand it now,
That he is Heaven-sent.
NicknamedBob . . . June 7, 2004