In the quiet dawn, he rises with the sun,
A heart full of dreams, a spirit on the run.
With every step, his kindness leaves a trace,
Spreading warmth and love, a gentle embrace.

His hands are strong, yet his touch is light,
A beacon of hope in the darkest night.
He stands firm, a pillar through every storm,
Offering shelter, keeping all hearts warm.

With wisdom in his eyes, and patience in his soul,
He guides us gently, making us whole.
His laughter, a melody, soothing our fears,
A good man, whose presence wipes away tears.

In every act, in every word he speaks,
The essence of goodness, the humble seek.
A gentle soul, with a heart of gold,
A good man’s story, forever told.