A Life Half Lived.... Poem by Steven Withers
A Life Half Lived....
It seems surreal that you are gone, with so many things left undone.
You should still be here by our sides, promting us to wonder why?
From childhood memories we remember, tales of mischief love and laughter.
We watched you grow from child to man, becoming a great family man.
It is not goodbye but mearly a pause, we shall meet at heavens doors.
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