Ron was the nicest man I've ever known,
He always wore a happy, friendly smile.
He spent a lot of time out on his own,
Riding on the rails for many a mile.
He did some tricks for me when I was young,
He made some sweets appear out of his sleeve
And though my life had only just begun
He gave me something in which to believe.
And then one day he got so very ill,
They gave him a dialysis machine,
Sometimes the world it moves against our will
And often life seems petty, low and mean.
I said goodbye to Ron close to the end,
And still love him as father and dear friend.
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