"Well, there's Miss Beautiful," as I approach the porch step

Another cherished day - for a horrid illness crept

Bold brown eyes, with a happy, gentle smile

Every last second was ultimately worth while

He's a veteran; one hand with two missing fingers

Our breaking hearts full of fearful provision lingers

Perhaps we wait for a finale of relief

Hoping that his pain should only be brief

A protruding round belly, and tattoos on his arms

Deteriorating - his body undergoes slow fatal harms

And still, as he helplessly lays right there,

One last "Miss Beautiful" I get to hear

Now he feels perfect; and walks upon his perfect lawn

(that's what he'd always wanted) and from the world he is gone

He is freed of his suffering, truly happy at last

and with much beauty we'll always remember his healthy past