My Eulogy

The soil here holds a man, That with virtue did achieve. He spent his life to spare the lamb, So to other lives he did relieve. Although he could be overwhelmed by temper, His intentions were of the fairest means And pushed to souls for which God whimpers, And, on His throne, he now leans. Now venture not into sorrow, For He will not be here tomorrow. It is a celebration to remember that gone, But devastation to morn the death drone.