Oh, how my heart aches,
To know you won't be here,
Oh, how I wish you could stay,
Divine destiny confirmed my fear.

But I know, from some bright mansion
You'll watch me as I pass the gates
My heart will never forget you in such dark fate,
As God's destiny would have them.

Thank you for showing me,
That life is a precious gift,
A beautiful moment of glee,
That's shared between us.

Your life was a gift to me,
A precious memory,
That will live in me,
Until the end of time.

Your heart is not dead,
For it beats in me, blood running smooth,
Your eyes are not of dust,
For now, your knowledge taught me to see as you do.

I hear the world as a sweet symphony,
As you once did,
From a wise sage, to a curious kid,
Is how I looked up to you.

You taught me how different we were,
Yet how close, by God's love,
I still remember the knowledge you instilled,
Echoing from some bright mansion above.

I remember the garden you grew,
Filled with sweet plants and fruits,
But I was also there, my friend
A curious seed, now grown a man in a world so new.

So as I walked through the mysterious gates of life,
I'll hold your lessons of life and your love,
I'll hold them dear through hardships and strife,
For I know you'll watch me, from some bright mansion above.

Dedicated to the Life of Morris Arnowitz