He sits alone
Quiet and sad
Contemplating
Formation clouds
All around him life
Children all playing
Much vitality
And he's so dying
Spellbound angels beckoning
Lambs of God soon christening
Saintly Gerard worshiping
Loving Jesus forgiving
His friends leave him be
Knowing he's saintly
Perhaps scared to death
Of his departure
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