The day is sad and tears form rain,
As thousands mourn a man, who didnt die in vain.
A man of substance, full of generosity.
Who built from nothing great monstrosity.
Who lived his life from day to day,
For the people and not their pay.
A Father to a land of gold,
With beauty which cant be bought or sold.
All were welcome into his land,
All people walked with him hand in hand.
Through his eyes all were equal,
Not more, nor less for different people.
Whether weak or whether strong,
In his country you did belong.
While hes gone his soul remains,
His picutre bound by golden frames.
What hes done will be praised forever.
This president of UAE, will be forgotten never.
Micro Kouklitsa 2005.
This poem is a tribute to my three best friends from the United Arab Emirates (UAE), to commemorate the death of their president last year.
