A knight left us , not that long ago..
he was a kind , and houmourous man
his voice was quiet ... he had much warmth in his heart
he loved to eat his donuts. and drink his coffee with me
i cried the day i saw him dying , i saw him lying there .
i held his hand in mine , but in his eyes a vacant stare ...
i held his hand tighter still , and then i saw him move , he responded to my touch ...
i hoped and prayed for him within my heart
but the next day his soul did depart ..
i have left of him are the memoires he left behind.
Rest in peace my friend , your soul has always been kind.