In the quiet dawn of morning light,
He walks with purpose, strong and bright,
His heart, a beacon, pure and true,
A guiding star in skies so blue.
With every step, his kindness flows,
Through gentle hands, compassion grows,
He lifts the weary, soothes the pain,
A good man’s love, like gentle rain.
His words are soft, yet deeply wise,
Reflecting truth in others’ eyes,
He stands for justice, never sways,
In every night, he lights the days.
A good man’s soul, a rare delight,
A steadfast friend in darkest night,
His legacy, a lasting song,
In hearts he touched, he will live long.