I lost my Brother, and my poetry went with him

Words replaced by a bottomless hollow

Knowing he has not one more tomorrow 

 

The words I needed drifted away

Hiding from the light of day

Wallowing in a sea of grey 

The sea, which drowns us all

When someone dear passes away

 

He liked a drink, and liked a fag

But was the best brother I could have had

'A good looking lad' back in his day 

And had "the ol' blue eyes'

To do it his way 

 

Farts in the face,  and many a dead leg!

If I believed in God, how I would beg

To go back to those days

When he was just my big brother 

And I looked up to him

 

Like I looked up to no other 

 

Rest easy Paul

My Brother ❤️