Reggie the Troubadour
In every life, the soul needs ground,
A steady drum, a constant sound,
And Reggie is that sacred beat,
Where laughter, rhythm, and spirit meet.
His beat and soul in twilight’s air,
Is melody beyond compare.
With music born of truth and grace,
He brings the light to every space.
A party's not a party ‘til
His songs begin to charm and fill
The air with joy, the time with cheer,
The weight of age will disappear.
He reads the room, he knows the flow,
A silent gift, a steady glow.
From Motown nights to memory themes,
He weaves the thread through all our dreams.
No grand applause, no curtain call,
Just Reggie, flowing through it all.
Our troubadour, our loyal guide,
The pulse that keeps us all alive.
So here’s to Reggie, bold and kind,
Whose music echoes in the mind.
A servant's start, a master’s art,
The soul and beat of every heart.
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