Singing Amazing Grace, all the patrons here at the Wagon
Yard rise to heaven as one voice.
Tears falling, voices choking, music continues to play in
spite of it all.
Rhythms reciting the feelings of everyone gathered here,
together for this wonderful tribute to Max.
Both daughter's dear loving father, having beautiful
memories of his life keeping them close to him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem