A Living Word From A Dying Man

Like the sun will outshone

Our grief and the morning 

Dew ignite our hope,

Where either than loneness?

I heard him speak: 

He said, be the slowest 

to judge yet the smartest

To love

Why? and who deserves

That of me. "No evil quench

one of its kind and no lone

man but all deserves"

Like a voice will muter those

overtime, and a smile will

Never fade. As the grass witters

And the twilight reappear, Grampa... MY sage, Be ye forever!