Knew you in your elder years.
Your hair was grey,
your skin wrinkled.
You had already lived an inspirational love story.
Gone to war,
had a family.
You told me much,
but never told me...
about belief in a higher power.
Did you love a heavenly father?
Did you pray,
or read your bible?
Will I see you once more,
once my time has come.
Are you with your wife,
in heaven above?
Can you drink a beer with Jesus?
Or am I never to see your dear face again?
Was your still and sleeping face,
in your casket...
the last I will see of you?
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