I sit here with a Kleenex,
dabbing tears that stain my face
It seems that age has caught
me, and it’s put me in my place
It is not me, please
understand, though I’ve aches that I can claim
But blokes who I have known
before, their lives beset by pain
Life is such a miscreant;
things are often just not clear
Why do these things just
creep up, and whack you in the ear
There’s no simple no rhyme or
reason, why it works this way
And it is so very, very
difficult, to know just what to say
But these blokes I know are
fighters, and they will not give in
Surrounded by friends and
family, they do their best to grin
They take on what life it
throws at them, never will they concede
But all I can do is wish them
well, that I do is guaranteed
It might take weeks, months
or years, but this fight it will not end
And I hope this rhyme
expresses, the feelings that I send
They know we are all with
them, as they parry, thrust then strike
Best wishes to the both of
you, tell your invader, “take a hike”
We all think there is so
little, we can do to get them through
Does what we want mean
anything, is there anything that I can do
But what is the real
alternative, I cannot just sit and wait
None of us could do that,
never, not for any mate
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