Is it he who showed me the way,
Gone with the wind?
Is it he who taught me to play,
Gone with the wind?
Blessed Father left today.

A joke or two I bet he'd say,
When he stops at the gates, and enters wholly.
Looking down on his kin, I think he'd pray,
"Give them strength to endure this fully,
A blessing for all to be strong this day." 

The day passed ponderously,
Overwhelming memories I'd replay,
A reflection of the passed hangs curiously.

Great men sometimes are taken away
Like leaves caught flying in the wind.
Carried up to kingdoms faraway,
The leave is safe blown in in the wind.


About that He I spoke today,
Gone with the wind.





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