The Man Who Lit Up Lives
A Grief Poem

By Karen H. Phillips
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Wilbur Bos believed in loving the work he did,
Never resenting the task at hand.
His light under a bushel was never hid.
Of fulfillment and happiness he held command.

To make others feel special he delighted,
Living the life most men only dream.
When new folks by Wilbur were sighted,
He met them with a handshake and eyes that gleamed.

A neighbor, cheering children with lollipops,
A husband, his wife's best friend for fifty-eight years,
A friend to lend a hand, pulling all the stops--
Now we want to resurrect him with our tears.

How can we sum up his life and all he meant?
How can we draw strength from the essence of his life?
How do we learn from seventy-six years well spent?
How do we take comfort: friend, child, and wife?

The comfort we find comes from God above,
Who created a life with a true ring.
Our Mr. Bos willed a legacy of love,
And knowing what he left us dilutes death's sting.

About The Author:
Karen Phillips is a freelance writer. She may be reached at Sky-Highview.

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