My Cousin Paul Poem by Kris Viscardini

My dear cousin Paul
So strong, healthy, walking tall
What forces came to maul
our stoic, splendid Paul?

Young knight in armour
dashing with flashing sword
What fearful fateful karma
severed your mortal chord?

Your body has run its race
but your spirit will always thrive
setting that relentless pace
And helping those still alive

You'll watch over us all
and your memory will never pall
our wonderful cheerful friend
My dear cousin Paul.