Put him in a box they said Because he is now dead Cover up his sad small face No Sun in such a tiny space But there was a son, a child Which death has defiled A lid was screwed down There was no other sound A grave dug by the Severn Expect he’ll go to heaven A tearful mourner cried While others sang, Abide With Me, with little tune Too late to rant and fume Now gone to a place afar He might have been a star With ravishing looks Or wrote bestselling books Far far too early gone My only brother, John.
Posted on: Sun, 07 Jul 2013 08:22:17 +0000