a short poem dedicated to my pap(we love you)

always is remembrance

i will never forget that face

and when that young man smiled

it would illuminate the place

i wish he was still here

my friend until the end

so sad to see him in the coffin

with  his young life and his sin

to think at 52 i would'nt see him again

but he's on the bus ride to heaven

where he meets up with the man

and hallow be thy name

so that Pap can start over again


The End

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