My Hun!

When I get old and ugly
I’ll turn around and say,
“Where did he go – that friend of mine
Who said he’d always stay.

He said he’d always be there
In sunshine or in rain
He said he’d always be there
Not just inside my brain.

He took good care, his whole short life
Of me and him and ours.
He showed the spirit of hard work
From that he never cowered.

How fair is it , that now he lays
Beneath the soil so cold
How fair is it that he has missed
So much he can’t be told.

His spirit, in my mind and soul
Lives strong, and this I know
His life, not wasted, not one bit
Will shine, will fly, will grow.

We’ll keep the faith, for you, my dear
As each day starts another
We’ll talk of you and learn from you
You are our absent brother.

Our love is true, and lasting through
The tough times and the fun
Wish you were here is what we say…
We love you still my hun.

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