Mourn his loss
We can only mourn his loss,
'Through wretched was his life.
Death took him from the cross
leaving his wife.'
Another favourite of mine says.
'God works a wonder now and then,
Even though he had ended his days.
He was a honest man.'
Cared for all his children.
Raised them to, the best we could.
Enjoyed planting flowers and produce
Until his eyesight lost use.
He then only had a tendency to sit and think,
For his nearest, dearest kin?
Where thought images and/precious thoughts/
that shall not die and/but later got destroyed.
'He now sleeps with those he loved.'
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