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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