by Leslie Konyndyk

Mike who’s eyes cry out in pain

And who only asked for happiness in vain

Who always cared for the hopeless and incurable

Who’s life was nothing less than horrible,

Who speaks in a soft humble voice

Who was deceived to think he had no other choice

Mike, who’s life seemed to slowly dim

Who cared about no one but him

Who last tells me I’m his beautiful rose

Who’s love-filled eyes are now painfully closed.