Mourn not untimely death; mourn not the waste
of talents unrefined, of life not spent
before Satanic illness, in its haste to kill
reviled a life…from heaven sent.

But count the moments—gems of treasured joy:
The humor, strength and love he could impart.
Each word, each smile—let not the grave destroy
A soul which lives forever in our heart.

Although we can no longer see his face.
We have not forgotten it.
Only misplaced it
For a while.

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