Elliot William Segerman, Rip Poem by Bryan Taplits

Oh. How the mighty has fallen.
Oh. How his family now weeps.
Oh. How the good ground now lays sodden,
As the mighty who's fallen now sleeps.

Ell has completed his rota,
His tasks triumphantly done.
No longer in pain-not one iota!
Blessed fortune now dawning-like the sun.

His body now no longer hurting.
His limbs-now in heaven-again swift
His lips now with power asserting,
A presence who sorely will be missed.

Now need not Samantha nor Andy,
Nor Emma Beth-their grandfather bemoan.
For now Elliot is on the shores sandy,
And with vigor and strength shall he roam.

His children aggrieve a good man,
His life a poem ever in rhyme.
Our pain never leaves, but like rain,
It's dampness will recede all in time.

With a life lived ever so fearless,
His memory etched in my mind.
A man with qualities so peerless-
Fortuitous was I for his time!