We loved this man
Somehow it seemed
That when he spoke
The world just beamed
It beamed with knowledge
wit and hope
His lovely mind
Helped us to cope
And so this Irish bard remains
For me, a soul etched
Into the cells of memory
From which the past is fetched
He lingers there
In our hearts
Bill Bent the man
With us in spirit though now apart
Written after Bill died 3/1/2015
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