Aye, we get used to the daily living day after day
We think it does go on this way forever and more
Then in the newspaper an obituary of another friend
Dead he’ll speak no more, his laughter but in our head
A man who spoke no evil of others
who put no one down
only praised loveliness and let us not forget
what it is to be an animal
Good rest to you though I’ve no in with any hereafter.
I was awed by others who were in awe of you, though
I’ll not show in any photos of when you were here.
Think kindly of us who barely knew you but in your words
You respected those I respected and we stood respectable
No greater no less but in the gossip press the ladies’ll talk