In life he was ever oppressed
but always gave life a hard time;
suffered wounds yet was blest
by battles won in his prime.
The scars on his soul attest
to grief incurred in a lifetime;
his heart stayed open on his breast
for love was ever his paradigm.
A beautiful remembrance...of a person who has been thru hard times but has left a legacy of love. It touched me with a bit of sadness as the writer is surely proud of the person he remembers. A beautiful, heart-warming write.