A Poem for Phil
1995 March
Created by Admin 18 years agoAt home, in his room, lies a bottle of champagne,
And my mind fizzes with memories, pain?
(His wicked sense of humour was to all a source of such delight,
I picture him, his cheeky grin, please Lord never let him leave my sight.
A man with style, a mind so bright,
His critical eye could catch an unsuspecting fly,
Concern for all, would only bark
if riled by an ignorant remark.
A man with style, a mind so bright,
His sensitive eye could sense a secret smirk, or sigh.
Pure energy, yet so polite -
You know he'd always wanna "Put Things Right".
and So, his death, a loss 'tis true,
The bolt has hit hard all he knew.
But pity those he had yet to meet,
They've really missed a lovely treat.
Sense the silent void of their lost gain,
Why, they truly feel that ALL'S THE SAME.
One Final, Farewell, Bodily Kiss,
A spiritual tingling, lingering bliss.
and in day and in night he was one that we did love,
to me, the one that I call bruv).
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Phil about 1982
