Winston Churchill
WINSTON CHURCHILL
A Commoner and not a lord,
He spent his life,
And round his bedside,
Stood only his children, and his wife.
His stroke was fatal,
At 8 am on the 24th day
Of January in the year 1965,
God paved his way.
A genius, an orator,
A husband loving and so mild,
A man who swayed the masses,
In fact “History’s Child”.
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