God saw you getting tired,
and a cure was not to be,
so he put his arms around you,
and whispered "come to me"
With tearful eyes
we watched you, and saw
you pass away.
although we loved you dearly,
we could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
hard working hands at rest.
God broke our heart to prove to us,
he only takes the best.
in loving memory of
James "JB" Bert Nealy sr.
1924-2009
R.I.P.
and a cure was not to be,
so he put his arms around you,
and whispered "come to me"
With tearful eyes
we watched you, and saw
you pass away.
although we loved you dearly,
we could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
hard working hands at rest.
God broke our heart to prove to us,
he only takes the best.
in loving memory of
James "JB" Bert Nealy sr.
1924-2009
R.I.P.
im so sorry micheal :(
ReplyDeleteawwww! it's so nice of you to dedicate a poem to him!!!
ReplyDeleteNo offense, but its better than I thought could come from you.
ReplyDeleteim so sorry ):
ReplyDeleteR.I.P jb nealy
that the funeral you went to?
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