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The
Flag draped coffin,
a soldier at foot and head,
honored by his America,
the country he once led.
From
a humble beginning,
in a town in Illinois,
to the silver screen,
a Hollywood golden boy.
Along
the way he met Nancy,
who became his wife,
side by side they walked,
for the rest of his life.
He
left the bright lights,
with this he was done,
he soon spoke for politicians,
who had decided to run.
He
wanted to serve,
so he became a candidate,
elected, he led California,
for the next eight.
His
bid for the White House,
wishing our country to lead,
as a man of the people,
he was bound to succeed.
As
America's leader,
he was one of the best,
ending the "cold war",
he helped lay it to rest.
He
wasn't always perfect,
for this is an impossibility,
he traded guns to Iran,
to set our hostages free.
He weathered
the storm,
and at the end of his term,
he had the highest ratings,
his popularity did confirm.
Now
he was citizen Ron again,
with Nancy back on the ranch,
living their lives privately,
whenever they had the chance
Then
in Nineteen Hundred Nintyfour, he spoke to us just once more,
not like our former President,
but as an old friend from before.
He
said he had Alzheimer's,
a disease we all greatly fear,
as he spoke of good times,
Nancy was standing near.
Soon
his appearances were few, then there were none at all,
Nancy spoke to us for him,
as his life entered it's Fall.
As
more time passed,
his mind faded away,
only his loving wife Nancy,
did he know everyday.
He
no longer remembered,
his former life a blank,
further into his own world,
from Nancy he finally sank.
His
memory was now gone,
as he entered his life's December, leaving his life of service,
for historians to remember.
When
his last day on earth arrived, his spirit left his shell behind,
soaring upward toward Heaven,
and complete peace of mind.
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