A Poem for the Little Guy: Love and Support

Church steeple with glowing angel wings against sunset sky

The Little Guy

I voted for the little guy who is always unseen.

I voted for this little guy because he wasn’t mean.

This little guy was such a great big helper’s aide

That he made my name a business by his honest trade.

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When this little guy hides, his genuine talent for, no one to see.

It’s a shame sometimes, because it may be great for thee.

For every great little guy there is always, great little gal;

Who pats, him on the back and overwhelms him like a pal.

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But I will still vote for that little guy, who’s so unknown;

All because I’m a little woman who has never been full grown.

For he is my husband, hiding inside a loving shell;

Having a hard time with people who give him everyday hell.

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I’ll vote for this little guy of mine every day

I love him to death, no matter what I can say.

So say nice things, and friendship will follow

Then maybe he’ll come out of his wallow.

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All he wants is a tender word or two

That’s all he’ll need to pull him through

My words are soft for my little guy

Please give me a hug before I cry.

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For now, I vote one very last time;

As I hear those community church bells chime.

The Lord is calling, “Come to me, little guy;

It’s your time for wings; it’s your time to fly.”

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So I voted no more; the battles finally won.

The Lord took my little guy, not with a gun.

To a place of peace, where his gifts can shine.

He was my one and only, my one of a kind.

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