As you set dying
I set crying
I'm sadly sighing
And endless whying?

In constant paining
Your life is waneing
Heaven is gaining
And not complaining.

Your old cells ending
Nothing new mending
Life tries vending
Not much pending
And love is sending.

You end labor
I call a neighbor
No final favor
And Heaven you savor.

All last "good-byes"
And here he lies.

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