Your coming would surely cease, and ceasing would conveniently end.
You can’t do your household chores, nor could corruption be condemned!
If ‘c’ ceased, could Christian Bale climb, clouds collect, crowded clubs contend?
Forget China, countries might have to agree on a different name, can’t pretend.
Passed away minutes ten,
Things went high and dry.
Water was all around though;
Sheer emptiness came by.
With a smile contagious and words much thoughtful;
My spirits you lifted, shared stories soulful.
Now you lie sadly dead, your soul though is high;
In heaven rejoicing, but on Earth I cry.
