This poem was written by my father who passed away in 1990. We found it among his things, never knowing he wrote poetry. What a nice surprise.
There's a little guy at the end of the hall
He's lying there, lonely, just waiting God's call
Won't you stop in a minute and give him a smile
There's not much time left...only a while
He's a good little guy and as sick as can be
Just a matter of time till God's face he will see