My father passed away a month ago. My uncle wrote this poem about him. I read it at the funeral. Rest in Paradise Papa.



Alonzo

A life with labor devoid of ease,
Forged in a world of trying to please,
Locked in a job all day long,
Call back the blues in a song.


Strong of will and proud,
Yet never loud.
A life not fully spent,
He came and went.

Abhorring strife,
Was his melody of life.
His spirit lies where Summer sings,
And never dies.

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