There was a lonely old man,
A man that could barely stand,
No one knew his story,
So no one tended to worry,
Until the day he died,
Then Everyone had cried,
For the the things he had gone through,
And all the places he's been to,
He had seen a lot and suffered much pain,
Fighting through wars and trying to stay sane,
His wife died just a week before him,
They were together for 70 years til the day she began to get thin,
She had gotten cancer and could not fight it,
He stayed with her til the very last bit,
After her death he knew he could not go on,
But he wanted to see his grandson born,
Later that night he passed away,
Alone on Earth he could not stay,
That is the beginning of his story,
For he said not to worry.
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