Time, they say
For no man waits.
For every soul
from small to great.
Six months have passed
since you've been gone.
To join the lord's
celestial home.
Old man,
I think of you each day.
I miss your humble
country ways.
A simple man
who worked the dirt
He loved to give
He loved the earth.
He farmed his crops
to give away
For those in need
for those, he prayed
Not wealthy by
the social plan.
But rich in love
for fellow man.
To those who focus
on his flaws.
You did not know
this man at all.
The kindness in his
crystal eyes.
A friendly smile
and words, so wise.
I hope you're there
by heaven's door.
Until the day
we meet once more.
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