Oh the sorrow
But yet the joy
What pain
But what yet happiness
For the death of one brings many together
As they speak and reminisce
Joyful memories stroll about
We cry, we laugh
We mourn, we weep
Yah we never forget that dearest soul
That one we all so sweetly remember
As it bears easier each day
Easier to our hearts
We all know death waits about
For the death of a saint I rejoice
Nicholas Beslawski
I shan’t forget thee
An honored soldier,
A diligent farmer,
A faithful friend,
You were like
My grandfather.
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