That old man,
Of twinkling eyes
And handsome cheeks
Carved like a landscape
From a slender blade,
Eyes the softest glimmer
Of a cerulean hue
My dear old friend,
Of a voice rumbling deep
And laughter to always keep
And the kindest words
Swelling with wisdom
Trailed by stark wit and humor
May you rest in peace
Knowing that you have
Arrived to eternal sleep