Just A Man?
 
He is just a man, father of my wife;
I sit watching him, fighting for his life.
I feel so helpless, not knowing what to do;
I can only hold his hand, help him get through.

He has lived eighty-four years, every one giving his all;
No matter how difficult, he always stood tall.
He dedicated his life, doing what had to be done;
Sacrificing his leisure, opting for work over fun.

With his wife of sixty-three years, one daughter they had;
Four wonderful grandchildren, who never made them sad.
Great grandchildren came to them, a total of seven;
Their life was perfect, their own little heaven.

When she became ill, he never left her side;
Sacrificing once again, taking it all in stride.
Did everything for her, on this she could depend;
The lengths to which he would go, there was no end.

Slowly she slipped away, no more to suffer the pain;
He had done all he could, never once in vain.
Daughter and grand children, now they’re grown;
No one left to provide for, just him all alone.

Lost without her, determined to go on;
Not for himself, but the sake of every one.
Ready to begin life again, not wanting to be defeated;
The cancer came quick.  Did it know his job was completed?

Now he is the one ill, the one who needs the care;
Now it is my turn, my time to be there.
No doubts about my crusade, he has shown me the way;
I will love and care for him, be there every day.

The “Circle of Life�? so much more than a song;
We care for those who cared, anything less is wrong.
A lesson we must teach, the generations to come;
So humanity will continue, when our time is done.

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