Ode To Phil

Ode to Phil

I knew a guy, his name was Phil,

quiet and shy, guess he always will,

remain that way, cause yesterday,

he fell by the way.

One of the sixteen of the Class of ’54,

at Lisbon Central less or more,

drank a little, so they say,

never hurt nobody, twas his way.

Going on sixty years since ’54,

members get less, never more,

Jackie left, then Doris, now Phil,

some will say “It’s the Lord’s will.”

All of us will miss you Phil.

Rest well.