Unable to bid papa goodbye

Nonagenarian father afflicted,

his body electric awry

with congenital heart failure,

before long twill bid existence bye

whose physical well being -

corporeal essence inevitably will die

unavoidable manifest destiny...

accompanied into afterlife courtesy death

envision caricature immortal grim reaper

moost ofttimes (normally leering)

brandishing trademark scythe,

impossible mission to skirt dark shadow

creeping closer along edge of night, not shy,

eclipsing former robust native son Brooklyn

once upon time aforementioned sturdy strong guy

metamorphosed gallantly,

gangly, and gawky youth

courtesy blood, sweat and tears

conditioned into muscular trim physique

with equal fervor did apply

figurative nose to grindstone, and well nigh

academically succeeded (think flying colors)

attending City College (back then free - no lie)

deservedly acquiring mechanical engineering degree

furthering advanced studies at Columbia University

General Electric career employee

opting early retirement at age sixty

subsequently clocking thirty plus orbits around sun,

a widower past fifteen plus years, he

steadfastly remained married approximately

half century, and twas... understandably

grievously, honestly, and inconsolably sad

when terminal illness stole key

once dirt poor wife i.e. bride (never bartered)

who bore him three offspring - me

including an older and younger sister

acutely aware I (nsync with siblings)

may learn (ex post facto), our father

though art(fully) adept with smarts already told

tragically could succumb (think demise - see

above) regarding pandemic

indiscriminately claiming thee

storied Zayda as linkedin with progeny

thyself begat (deux) from yours truly,

and biological kith brought forth

their precious kin, whose limp body

born aloft without survivors

without filial piety

bequeathed as Boyce Brandon Harris'

soul into realm of dead souls eternity.