We did not, but he did.
Saw it coming,
On a higher plane he stood,
The luring beckons of greater He.
And he prepared, even, a hand over,
To guide our imminent travail,
Coming down to stand
On a lower plane we stood,
For his cherished home conviviality.
Struggled he but feebly,
Against the weight of his mortality,
Incomparable to what he saw,
A glimpse of eternity.
Were he stood, he yielded
At the last count, to former against latter.
Were we stood,
Firsthand, we beheld his final stand,
The transition-imposed tranquility,
The dew to the morgue, as harbinger,
Enveloped him, hand in hand.
Heralding his saintly homecoming,
It's well with co-in-law, down-to-earth,
It's well with colleague, diligent and dignified,
In his heavenly abode, it's well.
Farewell, co- and co-.
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