Friends of Morrie: Alan B.

Four years at the store for Morrie

Started at 17

Every morning when I came in

He threw me a rag and a broom


I had to sweep the stupid floor

And wipe the appliances clean

I always found it a menacing bore

But then I was only 17


Morrie and Betty became family to me

Knowing them a gift so grand

I absorbed their persistent passion

For folks in need of a hand


Morrie became a role model

Inspired by compassion

Relentless energy; his corny jokes

Figures from steel he could fashion


He even painted with color supreme

You wondered what more he could do

No surprise he authored a book

But then he was only 102


Regaling us now with more poetry

Is there any limit to his plan?

How long is the list in his Bucket…

What more from our Renaissance Man?


The 17-year-old is now 80

Pondering the years in between

Morrie dashing past 105

Surely not the last of him we’ve seen


Lots of love, Boss




“Nina (of Medina)”

We call her “Nina of Medina
The girl with the golden hair
Her eyes open and white
She had lost her sight
But still a delight, to all. 
Nina of Medina played the concertina 
With the bellows stretched wide taking air
There was no one more fair than Nina of Medina. 
When Nina sang, a crowd appeared
To listen to her golden voice
No one wanted to miss
A chance like this
To see Nina of Medina. 
From Morrie’s childhood memory of Nina 4/19