No stories to tell, except what is told
No seeing you again when I am old
It’s tough being the youngest and watching you go
And trying not to look back on the others I know
But look back I must and remember them all
The sad times the good times their rise and their fall
As I look forward to the day and beyond
I’ll remember with fondness my brother, who’s gone.
Andrew
17th March 2020
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Sent by J E Hackett & Sons on 16/03/2020
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland