A Man Who Could Do No Wrong
Men are seen often strength and dogmaticism that know no bounds
All men, however, are not always the same as each other
Some remain calm, cool, and collected
To me this man could never wish wrong, seen do wrong, heard do wrong
Every time my eyes lay upon this man he was a jain or saint, a spirit and happy without worry
Ruthless was his illness however... leading to his death
Just and honest a man as he shouldn't die such a sorrow and painful way
It isn't fair he had to die in front of me being only four years older than my father
Illness or cancer, whatever it may be... I will always remeber him, his nickname - "Master-jii"
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