In the quiet dawn, he stands alone,
A beacon of hope, a heart of stone.
With every step, a path he carves,
For dreams and futures, his spirit starves.
Through trials and storms, he never wavers,
A guiding light, a soul that savors.
The weight of worlds upon his back,
Yet kindness he never seems to lack.
His wisdom flows like rivers deep,
In silent nights, his thoughts do seep.
A man of honor, strength, and grace,
In history’s book, he finds his place.
The echoes of his deeds will stay,
In hearts and minds, they’ll never sway.
A great manâs legacy, forever bright,
In endless time, he’ll be the light.