Oh how we miss those loved ones who have gone. We miss them now, we always will and the memory of them still lives on. Some times it's right for the suffering to leave. Others are forced early into oblivion by mean Gods and we who are left here in confusion can only grieve. Oh how I miss those loved ones who have gone. I miss them now, I always will and the memory of them still lives on.
Tag: Confusion
Michael Has Gone
Oh how we miss our friends who have gone. We miss them now, we always will but the memories still live on. Sometimes it's right for the suffering to leave And we who are left here alone in confusion can only grieve. My pal was forced into oblivion by mean gods but is with me still he laughs, listens, advises but never complains about his being ill. No engine he could not fix, nothing he couldn't drive sometimes his driving left me feeling quite lucky to be alive! Goodbye my friend, now at last without pain, I won't have a fifty year friendship quite like ours again. Oh how we miss those friends who have gone. We miss them now, we always shall but the memories will live on. Funeral - September 2010
Tapestry
At the front is the picture It tells a story or shows a scene In colours. Often many hands have toiled For hours and days uncounted To keep a record. This fabric picture is fashioned For we folk who follow on To help us learn. Now turn the tapestry over See all the thread ends hanging? In confusion. Our lives are like a tapestry, With many threads which hide, A beautiful and complete vista If we look on the other side.
As I See Things 