In quiet grace, you walked this earth,
A man of steel, yet filled with mirth.
No trumpet’s blare, no towering might,
But humble steps in morning light.
A gentle heart, a steady hand,
You built an empire, healed the land.
You led with care, your path was clear,
In every action, you drew near.
"Thank you for thinking of me," you spoke,
As love and legacy awoke.
No final crown, no victory cry,
But a gratitude to all, whispered to the sky.
And though you've gone, your spirit stays,
In hearts that beat through endless days.
For legends live beyond their time,
In every soul, in every rhyme.
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