Gerald "Buddy" James Beck Jr.

And a tear in your mother’s eye as you lay upon her breast.

Your path over the years grows from barefeet to boots,

While being raised in the country upon your roots.

Your path strengthens with the Love of Family and Friends,

A little bit of humor never hurts now and then.

Your path broadens when you walk across that stage,

The student now becomes the teacher drawing their own wage.

Your path gets a little cloudy while you are at sea,

But knowing you are there to protect loved ones it’s an honor to be.

Your path straightens being gone for a few years and returning home,

To cuddle in your lap your young child and a newborn.

Your path shines when watching your seedlings grow,

Being thankful to God for all the beauty and pleasure they hold.

Your path can be broken by our own human cause,

You can help those isolated behind concrete walls.

Your path will go up and down hills but never feel alone,

God has placed Angels around all of us when we are out in roam.

My path has not ended, it has just begun.

But I am tired and going to rest a little cause I made it Home.

R.P.B.