One tragic day it became my fathers time,
to bow with grace at his final appearance.
A life lived through tragedy and triumphs,
a happy marriage with children and love.
Getting old and weak, was no easy task,
for a man who commanded every room.
But he was not exempt from natures will,
an elegant man accepted his fate and end.
But for a son who loved his father so well,
and wished for his father longer to stay,
did not accept his fathers fate, with grace,
when his father then died in his embrace.
A.G. Munson
