Pope Paul the First after thirty three days died
Then you enter the world stage – capture hearts young
And old – - becoming our spiritual guide.
The Church you divide with your sharp-witted tongue:
And brought down Communism, kissed one hundred
And forty airport tarmacs -- songs of peace sung.
Made amendments to issues that were plundered
Historically – set free flocks of white doves --
Your faithful pilgrimage is now left wondered:
Will the next Pope be so forceful and help shove
The issues of humanity that plague earth?
Cue jump, Sainthood, J P Two, it’s you we love!
Your legacy, your papacy is now worth,
Testament of six million grieving in mirth.
nothing, really, but this is a nice poem...

Keep writing, this was a great tribute to a great man 
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