Poetry for Dad

God saw he was getting tired, and a cure was not to be.

So he put his arms around him and whispered

"Come with me."

With tearful eyes we watched him suffer

and saw him fade away.

Although we loved him dearly,

We could not make him stay.

A golden heart stopped beating,

Hardworking hands to rest;

God broke our hearts to prove to us

He only takes the best


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