Farewell Mr Brown
A day to Mata's birthday
We went as usual on our funny trip
Mum had sent us to get somethings for her
Just a little down the road, near Mr Brown's garden
'It's 4 p.m, Mr Brown's shoe will be out by now'
I told Mata giggling
Lo... Mr Brown's shoe wasn't on his old blue car
And Mr Brown wasn't in the garden
Behold Mr Brown is gone
'Gone to meet his wife'
Mrs Beam his neighbour said tearfully
Gone is our daily sweet rose
But Mr Brown didn't leave without dropping a note
To Billy, his loyal dog, Who came to deliver
'To Mata and Mary, thanks for your constant visit'
With the note was our final rose from Mr Brown
Slowly, without wide smile
Without hard giggle
We walked to where we knew he would be laid
Laid beside Mrs Brown was Mr Brown
Our very good old friend
And written on his tomb was
BEN BROWN
(1929-2009)
A great gardener, a Faithful Husband.
Slowly, we dropped our last gift from Mr Brown
His usual but final sweet Red Rose.
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