Good-bye
Seasons come and seasons go.
Someday everyone will grow old.
The thought of losing someone so dear
Strikes our heart with panic and fear.
Though there be nothing to do to change death's game.
We must live on as nothing has changed.
Season's come and seasons go.
Someday everyone will grow old.
Life has been lived the battle won
Now you may rest your journey is done.
Seasons still come and seasons still go.
Your story lives on with much to show.
Be proud of what you have done.
Rest in peace Grandpa John



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