Richard Cook was a great man
Most of the time he worked with his bare hands
He liked to hang with family and friends
It satyed that way til the end.
The day he died
It made me cry
He was really yellow
But the way he looked ways also mellow.
Now he's in a better place
But now in my heart there is an empty space
He was really nice too....
That's one thing everyone knew.
So now I end this poem with good-bye
Until we meet again eye to eye
I want to let you know I'll see you soon
It might be morning, night, or even noon.
