When all the world was in swoon
A blistering sun shining in
A feeling that all of us could win
But we were gathered for a friend
Who was clearly facing the very end
Amid the errant bees buzzing by
The imminent sense of a spirit preparing to fly
The sad, sad smiles of those standing near
Not wanting to say the words we fear
A hard goodbye we knew was nigh
Despite the warmth and love nearby
And then with everyone standing around
He calmly exhaled and made no other sound
A gentle soul who we all still love
Who we hope is now smiling from above
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