The man who posed in white

we know,

Made his mark

of Peter to show,

In his deeds

he did portray,

How to live righteous

in our day.

Then  he left us

for his home,  

Not in Poland or

even Rome.

Statues could never

him adorn,

A Saint of our time

we must now mourn.

His smile opened  up our hearts

to something pure,

His strength never masked

the pain he

would endure.

A master of all

that gave us hope,

Our friend,

Lover and

our Pope.

Don’t forget us

Pope John Paul

the second,

When you reach the kingdom

God has beckoned.

Your life is sweet and

so sincere,

We will always miss

your presence here.