He took me beneath his wing <br />Took me in as his own, <br />Stood beside me often <br />When I was standing alone. <br /> <br />He rode with a hundred soldiers <br />And stood with gentleman, <br />He shone like silver charms <br />And humoured like a comedian. <br /> <br />He sat with great knowledge <br />Like those held in binds, <br />His mind was overwhelming <br />As you hear it unwind. <br /> <br />The greatest gift he gave <br />Was the goodness of his heart <br />No issue was too small <br />To place upon his cart. <br /> <br />When he walked with pride <br />A great man was he <br />But he did not like to walk <br />For all those to see. <br /> <br />Now sadly the tears fall <br />From the eyes that weep for him, <br />As he walks a path for angels <br />Embracing the lords hymn <br /> <br />I cannot face farewell <br />For it’s too final for me, <br />I believe he's still living <br />And holding my memory. <br /> <br /> <br />© Copyright Anna Andrews 2010 <br /> <br />R.I.P Papa Joe<br /><br />Anna Andrews<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-still-lives-on/
