Treasure Island

joseph lonergan

(19th march 1952 / Ireland)

It Would Ever End


I never thought it would ever end
Willie now dead my brother my friend
I'll never forget time and the date
Early that evening it wasn't so late

I remember the call made by a friend
Willie is gone dead it's his end
Panic set in what should I do
Telling my wife right to know too

Sat in my chair started to cry
Why my dear brother had you ever to die
Tears in my eyes flowing down my face
ripples of tears they feeling like lace

Friday's the end for buried he'll be
Never again his face will I see
Loving my brother knowing he loves me
One day up in heaven again I will see

Submitted: Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, April 23, 2013

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Dedicated to my brother William who died on the 23rd of August 2010 R.I.P

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