In the quiet of dawn, he rises with grace,
A spirit so gentle, in this hurried place.
Hands that build dreams, hearts he mends,
A good manâs journey, never truly ends.
With eyes that see beyond the surface deep,
He holds the secrets, promises to keep.
Through trials and storms, he stands tall,
A pillar of strength, a beacon to all.
His words are soft, yet they carry weight,
With wisdom he guides, sealing fate.
In laughter and tears, he shares his soul,
A tapestry of life, he makes us whole.
For in every heart, his legacy lies,
A reminder of love that never dies.
A good man walks, with honor and pride,
In his shadow, we all find our guide.