A poem, My way of remembering Dusty
His trusty old jeep will no longer need to roam
I know many friends have written about my friend Dusty, Thinking what more could i add to make people see the true man
First let me say that Dusty started following me after i wrote a hub about my nephew who died of aids because he was a gay man.
Dusty's compassion was like a breath of fresh air
He told me he had many gay friends and was happy to share
He made no judgement. He left that up to God our maker
He could be angry when the religious right hurt me with words so vile
He came to my rescue, didn't care that he was a risk taker
He spoke of God's mercy to all of man kind. He believed everyone had a place on this planet earth
He believed every man, straight or gay had something of worth
You can see his words on my hub, " Little love was he ever shown "
I miss him terribly, yet i know he went home
To be with God, perhaps free at last to love his precious animals, no need to wander anymore
He now has no reason to take his trusty old jeep and roam
He has found that perfect place with God in his eternal home.
