Heavily bearded and tough, he worked with blaze,
The toil this labourer put in was what made him great.
A focus so fierce, he looked like a hawk for all it seemed,
A commander so firm, he led his troops till the fight ceased.
His demeanor was vibrant, funny, quiet at times.
Stoic, maybe he had trouble expressing at times.
Unmoved and unfazed, when difficulties arrived,
The hardest worker in the room rarely cribbed or cried.
Relentless warrior that he was, maybe he didn’t get his due on time,
But nonchalant about outcomes, he believed in living happily all his life.
He had the heart though, he was brave, fearless at times,
His sincerity had given him the identity, he was known as a soldier in everyday life.
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