Loved by all and hated by none.
Very gentle and of course, exciting to raise
With no emblem of fault nor blame
As innocent as a doveand sweet as melody
Now a grown old man,
Father of other men and women
With his face all wrinkled and rough
Smiling as his life comes to a final stop
A book well written and pieced together
No life in his body as he heads home to death
And romance the love of his night
Oh, sweet dream it is!
And we bade him goodbye
Aa we continue our sojourn on earth.
"Today is not too far spent. Find a reason to give someone hope before you lay your head to dream; maybe never to wake up"