Sunday, January 25, 2009

A Man That We Call Dave

Last night at Dave's retirement dinner, the following poem was read (written by a co-worker) and presented to Dave. I think it speaks volumes and tells a lot about the man I live with. As well as how much his coworkers and bosses think of him.
Actually, I don't know a person Dave ever met that doesn't like him.
Not many of us leave that impression as we go through life. But once in a while a guy like this comes around and I grabbed him up early on while the grabbing was good div>

A Man We That We Call Dave
There is a man that we call Dave that always has a friendly wave.
Probably even as a kid, a friendly wave he always did.
Baseball was his choice for sport, to this he was a talented sort.
But when he grew to be a man, Dave had another master plan.
Standard Bearings called and on he went to take up arms for our intent.
He learned from the best that is true, but devolped a style only he could do.
Selling parts to customers all over the land, he's seen it & done it, in borders on grand. Four score & Seven, that's 47 years, enough to bring mere mortals to tears.
But Dave's no mere mortal, that's blatently true, since Dave's done things no mere mortal could do.
Like put up with me & a host of others, for all those years acting like mothers.
He's sold to the worst & He's sold to the best & I'll betcha at some time he's sold to the rest.
V-belts & sheaves, gearboxes galore, his famous notepads they all adore.
The smile on his face, the twinkle in his eye, his customers do hate to say Goodbye.
But all good things must eventually end, cause this man's got things to do instead.
Like grandkids & traveling, Hawkeyes & such, very few men are blessed with so much.
So, with this in mind the time has come we must say farewell, to a man we've comed to love so swell.
We'll miss the the things that make you, you...but realize you've found better things to do.
So, go now with pride that you accomplished so much, as we all will remember your special touch.
That you ave to our world we'll take to our grave, great memories of a man that we call Dave.
by John Munson January 24, 2009


madcobug said...

Very good poem written and read about Dave. Helen

Ally Lifewithally said...

How lovely to have a poem written especially for Dave ~ He must be a very well respected friend and colleague ~ thanks for sharing the poem ~ Ally x
Ally Lifewithally

mortonlake said...

great poem merry. take care,mort x

Merry'sthoughtshopesdreamsandshemes said...

You know who your friends really are, or those who really care about you by the ones who aren't afraid to leave a comment at your blog. Thanks to all of you who visit my blog and double thanks for those who are so caring to leave me a comment. You sustain me, you keep me growing, and going on! Merry

Valerie said...

Wow, are you going to frame it, Merry? awww, that really touched my heart, honey. It must have been hard to go to the dinner, for both of you. Bless your hearts... Love you sooooooooooooo, Valkins xoxoxoxo

Jan said...

Hi Merry thankyou for your comment on my blog ,what a great tribute the poem is to your Dave you must be so proud ,You can tell his colleagues are going to miss him ,but their loss is your gain ,Ihope you both have a long and happy healthy retirement Jan xx