To My Dead Uncle

When we were little, future was what we had growing up, they turned into dreams flourishing inside of us were them all The strength to build these dreams before us, we all have you, DEAR UNCLE, had that strength but the storm of life blew too hard the war wagged so fierce You DEAR UNCLE, a strong man, a gentle fellow and an angel to everyone maybe those dreams you had weren't fully fulfilled hope you will fulfill them in the life to come Sleep on DEAR ONE...