In shadows of Damascus' strife, young Joe did dare, At seventeen, he fled under a bruised moon's glare. To Israel's heart, he journeyed, with dreams held tight, Each dawn revealing new colors in morning’s light. From ancient lands to America’s open arms, He built a life with wisdom’s old-world charms. As roots took hold and branches widely spread, His family gathered 'round, by joy they’re led. Success adorned him with silver’s delicate thread, Yet richer were the smiles and laughter he bred. His spirit, a sun, casting warmth in every room, In presence, a garden where bright flowers bloom. Joe, a beacon, rose from shadows to skies, With every step, his joy immortalized. Forever positive, with an unerring grace, He spun love’s tapestry, thread by golden trace.