Poor Young Paul

Goodbye Paul, my dear young friend, even thought it wasn't you're end, I still get those messages you send. You burned so bright you lived so fast, surely that pace could never last, you lived like a law unto yourself, left that rulebook on the shelf, you were a rebel, always in trouble, upto so much you must have had a double, but not a bad lad, just headstrong, it might have been right for you, but others saw it wrong, we all saw the good in you, a caring heart, pure and true, fate conspired to take you away, but you still hear every word we say. To be dead for longer than alive, fond memories and photos are all that survive, in our thoughts though you live and thrive, strength from your presence I now derive! ©John-Ovan.P.Hull