A man whose affection
Has no measure,
He’s as valuable as
a precious stone.
He’s a father
Whose life is education in motion,
whose caring for the helpless
exceeds our need for air or sanctuary
not even anger could change his mood.
He’s a man
Whom neighbors rush
To pass their time
Without any fear of harm
because they trusted him.
Now the light went out
And there’s no call;
That soothing call,
Oh! What became of me?
What becomes of your friends?
Those who while away their
Good time with you?
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