Touring a Grave Situation

Friends come gather around There is a young soul that must be found Travelling the air Complaining life wasn’t fair Trying not to scare Being daunting In his haunting Only a few months old Buried in the sands we are told Somewhere called Beauty Spot Liverpool ended up the resting plot Listening to waves on Brick Beach Learned lesson if one wants to teach Michael chiseled on the gravestone No mention if he fell asleep all alone Nearly a century has past Since the infant’s last gasp Apparently there was trouble At the crypt where heaven was supposed to cuddle International war pulled up the covers Like a loving mother Hiding him from the enemy under the rubble Days ago I wanted to let you know A lovely couple taking a stroll Happened to wipe away natures cold Letting the eternal story unfold With a name marker Situation disturbing and darker Did God plan this? Feeling angry showing a hiss Coming to a decision Taking a position Seeing a combative vision Soon countries would be fighting When this lad should have been mastering cursive and writing Attending school Preparing not to be a fool Getting a belt filled with lifelong tools Sorry we will never know About Michael’s character in the 20th century life’s show Soon the death anniversary will be here Hopefully closure will come giving us a tear Thank you nice reader for the time Entertained by my rhythmic chime And if you do not mind Can you spare a nickel or dime? Place it in my hat Just like that So I can get some toffee With a midnight coffee Michael could be there And we could share Maybe a word or two Before our night is through