Before the last breath, a man was a babe.

Second son of an immigrant proud to give his name.

Before the last breath, a man was a boy.

Devoted and loving, his parents’ pride and joy.

Before the last breath, a man learned his duty.

Sent to shine shoes, every dime to his fam’ly.

Before the last breath, a man was a youth.

Hardworking and noble, never wavering from truth.

Before the last breath, a man gave his service.

Full of pride for his country, now sure of his purpose.

Before the last breath, a man was called home.

His obligation to family, both parents now gone.

Before the last breath, a man was a groom.

Committed to one woman, their love would soon bloom.

Before the last breath, a man was a father.

Blessed with a son and years later a daughter.

Before the last breath, a man was a patriarch.

Protecting and loving with all of his heart.

Before the last breath, a man was a grandfather.

Three children he loved, his purpose grew stronger.

Before the last breath, a man lived his Life.

Devoted and graced he cared for his wife.

Before the last breath, a final call from Above.

Last words to his daughter were full of his love.

With her hand in his, he mustered the strength,

“I love you sweetheart,” and then his last breath.