Death Of Loved One

Death of a Loved One




Terminally ill with cancer, not many were as brave,

He battled like his days at sea, a navy man he will always be,

The fight was lost and the hero we could not save.



A handful of beautiful flowers to be placed at his grave,

So much pain in his hospital bed could I see

Terminally ill with cancer, not many were as brave.



A many shot of whiskey did he so lovingly crave

I remember the smell as I sat as a youngster on his knee,

The fight was lost and the hero we could not save.



Under aged he was when he signed up for the nave

A sailor in the 40's, now locked in a picture looking back at me,

Terminally ill with cancer, not many were as brave.



Crashing along a stormy sea, fighting against the wave,

An onslaught of painful blood transfusion, but no scream, no whimper, nor plea

The fight was lost and the hero we could not save.



Not a religious man till then end, but now lying next to Jesus in the blackened cave

Sleeping away the days till he sees his family,

Terminally ill with cancer, not many were as brave

The fight was lost and the hero we could not save.