Johnny James Willis

Death, be not proud

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost...

Uncle Johnny you will be missed. I will miss your hugs and your kisses. I will miss you telling all of your nieces you love us to pieces. Im glad I have been able to tell you how much I love over the past year. You were a very good person and gave you last and gave me so many memories as a young girl and as an adult. Uncle Johnny I love you as you used to say I love you dearly. Love your niece Tommaleta and Great-Nephew Makai