A thousand words, or more, were penned
before his life came to an end,
of joy and love, of pain and tears
of feelings felt throughout the years.
His life had turned to those in need;
compassion showed, was guaranteed.
So full of love, so pure of heart;
his kindness was way off the chart.
He always thought of others first
brought meals on wheels, stayed and conversed.
He often walked that extra mile
replacing sadness with a smile.
An act of evil took his life
away from family and wife.
For twenty-years he carried pain
until God took him home again.
We’ll always miss you, August—yet
your words ensure—we’ll not forget.
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