Inspiration

 The day I heard the news, I thought about the person too.

A disease that could bring death, could kill a man why'll he slept. 

A man I looked up to, for he was kind and funny, and could tell a story with flow and it would be sweet, like honey.

Who would spend the whole day hunting, and catch deer some days, or might scare one or two away.

 I wish he could sit at the campsite like he did before, but I know God's plan has so much more.

He would tell funny stories, but to me they were tales of glory.

And if he were here right now, he would ask something crazy like are you painting a portrait, and I'd say no I'm writing a poem on someone important.

How I wish he would be able to walk right now and do so much more.

  He would never give up, oh never, till the ends of the earth. I wish he could be here right now,

 I want him to know that he is not alone in his pain.