Fresh flowers now that your gone
but that’s not going to last long.
Glasses raised in your honour
tears shared in a quiet corner.
Living goes on and memories fade
graveside visits are seldom made.
Photograph’s peeling off the wall
soon your name is not heard at all.
Life is short and it can be cruel
people should realise that it’s a jewel.
Precious are the moments that we share
and when they’re gone it’s so unfair.