Andy, The New Yorker

He can be a tough guy
With typical New York style
A man who loves to make you laugh
He always brings a smile-

And he loves to watch the Yankees
His favorite baseball team
You should hear him yell at Jeter--
It helps him blow off steam…

But sometimes in the darkness
When no one ever knows
A salty tear rolls down his cheek
And down his chin it goes--

He hides his wounded heart
So no one ever sees
And grieves for what was lost
And never again can be.

Just an average New York guy
Who lost three friends that day-
He suffers with a wounded heart
It's never far away…

For my friend Andy,
You're in my thoughts and prayers
Photo taken by Andy, 9-13-01