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Gone

The old man finds rest.

Gone his worry’s,

Gone his anger,

Yet gone his sorry’s.

 

No more his kindness.

No more his sadness.

Lost his wisdom.

Lost his frankness.

 

I can recall a time,

Before his strength ebbed.

A charm, a cheeky smile,

His arms outstretched.

 

I thank him now,

For efforts unseen,

For irreverent fun,

For protecting us.

 

A good man lies here.

Flawed as us all.

A soul we will miss.

I hope he’s found peace.

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