by Larry L. Martin
The first time we met Harold, he explained to me
"This computer, it is my life now, don't you see
I can see mountains, the dessert, and a cold stream
I can go places that for most is only a dream."
While some of us complained of politicians and leaders
Accusing them of desertion cowardice and treason
Harold brought us back to earth
With his sensitivity and reason
Harold would have enjoyed the reunions I'm sure,
Laughing and talking about the past, so pure...
But Harold was at peace with himself and with God
You could see it in his eyes and in his quite nod.
A man of dignity, his lot in life not swell,
But accepted, just the same, knowing it was His will
I will miss you my friend, as I'm sure will others
Until we meet again as forever brothers.