How little we knew that morning,
The sorrow that day would bring,
When quickly and suddenly came the call,
Shocking your dear ones, one and all.
Gone from our homes your smiling face,
Your cheerful pleasant ways,
The heart that won so many friends,
In bygone happy days.
Your life was one of kindly deeds,
A helping hand always for others needs,
Sincere and true in heart and mind,
Beautiful memories left behind.
Days have passed, our hearts still sore,
As time rolls on we'll miss you so,
Your pleasant smile, your heart of gold,
No finer person this world could hold.
Your pleasant smile, your heart of gold, No finer person this world could hold. wow! ! very good!
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This is beautifully written, but it ends in a mystery for the reader. The reader is not concerned with his plight or yours. The reader has no connection to the poem. Because they have no knowledge of the calls content. GW62