A very private person once lived here,
In a house that he built for family and friends.
Who thought so dearly for everyone around,
Didn’t realize that he had very few years.
Or maybe he did…..somewhere deep down.
He had to pack so much in those fifty,
That made him do things for others with sincerity.
His time was limited but his vision was not,
He was sent here with wisdom to impart.
He performed his duties and did depart,
But that private person still lives….
Not in the house but in the heart.