A Perfect Man Called James
His heart like a beacon, never strayed
A man of pure giving, called James, who brought joy to all
His tender arms held those in need, never one to be small
His heartwarming radiant smile, shone like a summer’s day
His eagerness to help, even in the most dire of ways
But, alas, one fateful day it cut James down and blighted the ground
His death caused mourning that withstood both mountains and sea
And his legacy was that of everlasting will and happy memory
To those who knew him, his love and friendship never gave way
Though James has left us all to feel disappointment and dismay
But let this tale be told, for every day and night
The perfect man James, ever so beloved and kind, will always be just as alive as memory