Tag: Gone

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Moroccan Pain

He died alone at the bottom of a well
and he was only 5
many folk dug day and night
to bring him up alive.

But he was dead at the bottom
injured as he fell
what fears he knew in his little mind
no-one alive can tell.

Imagine the feelings of those rescuers then
angry, frustrated and sad
who fought so hard to get him out
and return him to his mum and dad.

Farewell sweet lad your terrors and fright
are now all gone and past
I hope you are now in a better place
and know your happiness at last.


Rayan Oram, aged 5 died 8/2/22 RIP
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The Older Dad

I won't always be around, my son
to watch and see you grow,
to help guide your forward march
and be your 'steady' as you go.

For I am an old dad, my son
and may be gone before your star rises
to its undoubted potential
and you collect life's waiting prizes.

I am sometimes sad my son
for how much of your life I'll miss
but to know you this far
would be any dad's greatest wish.

Year 2000
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Gone Away

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.
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Here and Now

We must enjoy the future
The times we have had have gone
There's more life behind us now
Than is left as we go on.

The only reason to be alive
Is to make the good times last
Just look forward to more happiness
And not be a hostage to the past.

We got things wrong sometimes 
But we survived and got to here
We sorted the bad bits from the good
And know what to cherish or fear.

So enjoy every little thing you do
Savor the moments as they arise
Smell the flowers and hear the birds
Accept that life is a beautiful prize.

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