The clock of life.
The clock of life is wound but once And no one has the power
To say just when the hands will stop The year, the day the hour
To lose your wealth is bad enough T o lose your health is more
To lose your soul a tragedy
That no- one can restore
Today alone you call your own
T o do with as you will
Don’t count upon tomorrow Friends
The hands may then be still
Henry was a workmate of mine on the Portland Tugboats from 1996 until i finished there in December 2001. During our working time together he was a great workmate & got along with all the crews, you could not ask for a better person on or off the job. I’ll always remember his great laugh and the great times shared on the job. Agreat man gone too soon, John O’Dea Portland.
Henry was a great friend and colleague of many at the Port of Portland. Always had the most welcoming smile on his face and a laugh that would brighten up your day. Enjoyed his chats , he told the most wonderful stories. Such a happy and generous soul, taken too soon. Condolences to all those that were lucky enough to know him. He will be missed.
Happy and fond memories. From your very first girlfriend
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