God saw you were getting tired and a cure was not meant to be. So he put his arms around you, and whispered come with me. With tearful eyes we received the hurt breaking news that you had just passed away although we love you deeply, we could not make you stay. Your golden heart stopped beating, hard work hands at rest and D.A.G can never replace you. God broke our hearts to prove to us...he only takes the best.
But even though it hurts, we are reminded that Gods time is the best.
Your lines *it all started with a prayer. And it ended with a dare So you can't compare, The way I will stare at the next hare.........*
With pain and with tears we say fareware till we meet again Shuko.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem