How could I partake

In this special wake

Intended to honour

The man of the hour


When it hurt so badly

I would pay gladly

Any price to have you back

Giving you the odd thwack


Your smile, your touch so light

You brought joy, the highlight

Present in your words and deeds

Now all I have are your fatigues



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