He smiles with slight of grin
A gate of hesitation walks in him
He understands friends' abuse
For life is that of no recluse
He sees the world which has been used
And travels the land with amuse
Knowledge comes from years of use
Which has passed with hope of no disuse
Years of strength have passed away
For his last years are on the way
And meeting his maker will come to pass
And talk to God with a quiet repast
While tears will fall upon his passing
He with God will smile, in the ever lasting
Remember God only gives us a certain number of days. I don't plan on wasting the ones I have left.
Until we talk again.
Mike
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