Gentle as a smile, dat disarm the armless
A smile nibbed in its bud, its circumstances....odd
for this smile we wail, its reality is no tale
Why let a man labour, if he won't eat its fruit?
what good is a dream, if the bearer is lifeless?
Silence they say is golden, but this...isn't worth holden
Our hearts are heavy, our lips numb...
We share in this grief, but the pain is personal
Death comes to all men, Only time determines who goes when...
Adieu is all we can say
As JB lay buried in our memory
And engraved in our hearts...
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