With a pen in my hand, and time to think,
I wonder why it happened.
Cut down in his prime at an unearthly time,
Why did it have to happen?
With a family so fine, his life full of bliss,
Please give me a reason why the good Lord did this.
He'll not be forgotten in this village of ours.
He cheered people up like a vase full of flowers.
While up in the sky, looking down on us here,
He sends us his love, holding back a few tears.
With these few tender thoughts, I feel I must end.
I've not lost a neighbour, but a really good friend. By Ray Davis
Ringley Road, Stoneclough
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