Me Too

He would talk with anyone

And was quick to smile

A friend to all

And could talk a while 

My uncle Gary

My friend too 

Not one to be prideful

He laughed at himself 

He didn't need a reason

And it usually caught on

And so I laughed too

He snuck me into places

Where I wasn't supposed to be

And told me stories 

And showed me things I wasn't supposed to see

He'd show you too

And kept things 

Little things, special things 

All for his own 

Or save for someone

Possibly me

It's good to know I knew him

I laugh when I tell his stories 

I know like me you miss him

Me too