BOB

Patriarch Extraordinaire

For Bob's 100th Birthday – April 26, 2025

He rolls through the halls with a patriot's flair,
Stars and stripes flying proud from his colorful chair.
A hundred years young, and still on the go,
A legend, a light, with a heart still aglow.

He served in the war, with grit on his face,
A medic who drew strength from a sacred place.
Through chaos and fire, he steadied the line,

Saving lives with a strength that was quiet, divine.

Not just a corpsman, but our kindest of men,
The life of the party again and again.
With a quip at the ready and stories to share,
He’s the soul of our circle and always there.

No crown on his head, no scepter in hand,
Yet he leads with a smile and a word that will stand.
The patriarch here, yet humble and true,
He’d rather crack jokes than be saluted by you.

He laughs like a boy with a twinkle and cheer,
And we feel more alive just because he is near.
He’s the spirit of grace, of true grit and of gold,
A rare kind of man if God’s truth were told.

So raise up your voices, let’s all give a cheer,
To the new centenarian, we all hold so dear.
A stellar life lived with our hope to extend,

You're forever our hero, our brother, our friend.