He was my good friend,
More than sixty four years.
When he reached life’s end
I and many shed tears.
We grew up in this town.
Together, we had so much fun.
He was always up, never down.
To the basketball courts, we’d run.
He was a Bulldog, I knew.
Never even wavering at all.
He was a good man, it’s true.
And now he’s answered God’s call.
Sheila was the love of his life.
Patrick and Patrice were joys, so pure.
Dear Lord, protect them from strife.
Dudley, we’ll all miss you for sure.