Joe's Words

All his life my young brother wrote
For love, work and family both;
He would say “utter amusement,”
But this prose needs no inducement
From his pen, thoughts inspired.

No words dared retire or impend;
Old terms, new ideas he penned.
Eccentric gems of dialect,
His views seldom scribed direct;
From his pen, prose tumbled.

Three eulogies, oft he did quote
"Four too many", sadly he wrote.
I would agree; I heard him pray,
"Goodbye's impossible to say;"
From his pen, memories.

Though afar his deep work I read,
Never once did my lone voice plead;
To praise his aggrieved wordsmith’s scree,
His stories captivated me.
From his pen, no debris.

“We grow too old too soon and too
late too smart”, sage old phrase rings true;
Losing him reminds my heart of
Its wisdom nous; lost sibling love
From my pen, pained adieu.

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Rondel Grand, Modified by tucknits; aabbR, etc.; rhyme scheme: 8-8-8-8-6 meter; last line may or may not rhyme but at least three consecutive syllables must repeat