He only takes the best


God saw you getting tired
And a cure was not to be
So he put his arms around you and whispered,
Come to me.

With tearful eyes we watched you,
And saw you pass away.
And although we loved you dearly,
We couldn't make you stay.

A golden heart stopped beating,
Hard working hands at rest.
God broke our hearts to prove us,
He only takes the best.

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This is the poem I wrote when I lost my grandpa. It was a hard time, but I stood like a pillar, and overcame my predicament