Michael D. Cartolano

And a cure was not to be.

So He put his arms around him,

And whispered, "Come with 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 to rest.

God broke our hearts to prove to us,

He takes only the best.

He who was seated on the throne

said, "I make all things new!"