Dear Amang in heaven
We celebrate your life as it ends on earth
We mourn, not your death but our state of folly
We salute your gentle journey--ninety-nine years of gentle journey
In shame, we are left wondering how to wonder being
We'll sing of praises your life lived in years
We mourn ours living in ponders
We cease to lament well along
Until you welcome us again
As humble litters
At the gates of heaven
We love you Amang.
Ah! Surely nothing dies but something mourns!