S. Kenneth Baril

MY BROTHER, YOU’RE A WONDERFUL GUY

During the years of our friendship
And as the sands of time flew by;
Perhaps it’s odd I have never said,
My Brother, you’re a wonderful guy.

You have made me laugh and smile and sing
When the world looked all awry,
And yet it’s odd I have never said
My Brother, you’re a wonderful guy.

To measure to your standards,
Each day I breathe I’ll try
So when we part, maybe you will say to me,
My Brother, you’re a wonderful guy.

And when our hands extended,
Clasp that last good bye,
Will you know my heart is saying,
My, Brother, you’re a wonderful guy.

But my Brother this day may never come
For the bravest of men are shy;
When it comes to tell another
My Brother, you’re a wonderful guy.

Your Lodge is a Garden
And all its members form a beautiful bouquet.
The years of your membership in your Lodge
Have contributed to the beauty of that bouquet.