Colin F. Jones

DAVID

Time moves on sweet man and soon
sleep to you will come,
Fair thy friends in this fine place
will weep when day is done.

It will be sadness mixed with joy
for we all know where you go,
But we are jealous like your God
we want to keep you here you know.

Dear man tis sorrow that I feel
I cannot with you pretend,
For you are and will be evermore
in this place a cherished friend

©Copyright June 28, 2006 by Colin F. Jones

Author’s Note: For David R. “Poppa” Alexander