He had a mind inquisitive and quick
And he could sing the mavis off her perch
With his bravura swagger, cock of the walk
His flashing eye, oh he could charm the women
Into his bed like bees to the honeypot, and no mistake
He dressed in style, though often short of cash
And drew folk to him, legend of the streets
And how am I to love the world again now he's not in it
My fiery son, he of the roving eye and voice of a linnet?
oh that is beautiful and so poignant, i could feel the ache in your heart.
A beautiful and heart ending poem poem thanks for sharing this brave piece
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this so beautiful and poignant, i can feel your heartache at losing him but also your pleasure at remembering the lovely aspects of his pwersonality