Bud Tingwall .. A thank you

A Father
A Son
A Grandfather too
gone into the great
cinematic blue
his work in the arts
a wonder worth seeing
A true Aussie hero
loved with agreement
It's just from when
I was quite small
his face was there
in the wall
the telly at night
my constant friend
Bud was with me
till the very end
he enriched all our lives
with his story and pictures
imagine if we'd missed
all of his richness
his smooth deep voice
so gentle and kind
always put me in
a good frame of mind
He fought in the war
with much pride
he hurt in the last years
deep inside
the stories they tore
a hole in his chest
the memories of war
in his heart like a crest
I know this from reading
and watching the box
I remember folding clothes
drying tears with some socks
the theatre his forte
his voice rang out
with cheers of joy
claps and shouts
So Bud take a last bow
Its time to rest
you more than passed
all lifes tests
Your memory lives on
for here and all time
In our hearts and in our minds ...