He found me pumping gas for .85 cents an hour
I would top it up, all on an account
This gorgeous stingray, top always down, except when it rains
It rains a lot in this little hamlet name Port Moody
But in the months of summer, the sky always blue
And not because it’s was sad, no no
He offered me a ride, to a place where I could learn
Paid me to sweep floors, wash his car, walk his dog
He gave me books, made me read, asked me questions
Where he and I would gibber over a glass of whiskey
A man can hold his liquor until his lips quiver
Babbling fool, drank to many under the stool
Know when to say no, every choice has its consequences
Years pass, I’ve mellowed out to find my place
Still in that little hamlet, tucked below mountains by the sea
The smell of the ocean, is a part of me
I want to die, it could be now or tomorrow
When it comes, I’ll accept it without malice nor sorrow
Everything comes to that point in a continuous time, the end
Mr. G is retiring, he has no heir to his name
He sold his company, so he and his wife can live happily
The bill of sale had one stipulation
That one particular employee has a lifetime contract
His job, for as long as I am alive
Ran away from home where love did not exist
Lived free like a blackbird, pecking to find food
Digging a burrow to keep warm at night
Made my way across this country
To that little hamlet by the sea
Listening to him
Now, I’m the new GM of his company
So what, Who cares?
Mr G does
Hey Dolls and Dudes.
Wanted to pay tribute to my boss. Mr G
He really did save me. He paid for me to finish high school.
Taught me the business. Made me a better person.
He doesn’t know I write poetry. He thinks I’m just this silent dumb kid. How does an 80 year old get away with treating a 55 year old like a kid?
Damn old fuckers. Oh, hey not you George. You’re an awesome old fucker.
Thank you Mr G
The dad I never had
Who is, in my heart, better than
sadly a few coworkers did lose their jobs. it makes the entire ordeal the past 2 months bittersweet. happy for those secured but will always hurt for the ones gone.