Honourable

My Friend, Steven Sumpter, new the score

And to others he did passionately implore

To knock on the door of the humble poor.

 

He lived a life of strife, with a few good Comrades

Soldiering on along his way, and he was a sad Dad,

As his Daughter was often away, let astray to be had.

 

We’d exchange pleasantries about she and we,

I would often see him with his pet dog, Marley,

And he would cough, gasp, a former shadow of he.

 

He suffered ill-health, and had an op, not forgot by the clock

As it caught up with him, he couldn't run slowly or even trot

As he wavered by the roadside, air stretching from his rot.

 

He is now heavenly bound as he was found to be passed away,

A sad time indeed – so heed the need to feed this rotting decay

Into a better time to play on my mind, so I’ll kneel and pray.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 01/07/2017

 

An edited piece of a dear Friend of mine who sadly passed away.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.