Location: North UK
Registered: August 2016
BE BRAVE LITTLE MAN.
Be brave little man, as much as you can;
as you stand by my grave with your Rose.
The breeze little man blows its leaves little man;
it will help as I lie in Repose.
You were my best friend, right up to the end;
till they switched my machine down to zero.
I will always be there, for your least little care;
we were always the other's best hero.
You stand there in tears, recalling our best years;
all dressed in your special new suit.
and yet even boys, can strike quite a poise;
so this moment seems awfully mute.
We met in the playground, and very soon found;
our destinies firmly entwined.
We didn't like History, or 'English', or 'sums';
but in 'Best friends' we left them behind.
We'd play every day, best friends always do;
each minute and hour filled with laughter.
But how could we know, in those halcyon days;
that together we'd share the hereafter.
But one awful day, a tragedy came;
and took a boy from his best friend.
The car didn't stop as he ran me down;
and our laughter had come to an end.
And every year after, you came to my grave;
as the tears are stinging your eyes.
I watch you with love, by your side my friend;
whilst you struggle to express goodbyes.
But over the years; as you left boyhood;
your career replaced your last toy.
You never forgot where your heart still lies.
it's with me, who's forever a boy.
And one day dear friend you will come to the end;
of a life you gallantly chose.
We'll stand hand in hand, in the same old scene;
where I watched you there with that Rose.
By Jack D. Harrison.