Our Gav
Gavin Robinson is pronounced dead’
How can you get this in ones head?
He was a still a boy, a Jack the lad’
Always charming never bad’
Taken from us by violent abuse’
In this day there’s no excuse’
I am saddened, degraded, angered and wild’
Who could do this to a meek and mannered? Child.
Gavin was Thoughtful full of life’
Went through life not causing strife’
Brining sunshine on a gloomy day’
Smiling, happy that was his way’
Laid back, quiet with no cares’
Alway’s around when need there’
To help and comfort those in plight’
Anytime of day or night’
Gav would be there to see you through’
Supportive, helpful just for you.
We will remember Gavin with aching heart’
The memory of him will never part’
He will be with us all when we meet’
In the pub or on the street’
He walked his path through all he knew’
Touching our lives as he grew’
From being a child, teenager then man’
Being there as only he can’
He will be with us all even though he’s gone’
His memory lives with us. On and On.
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A sweet trubute to Gavin and a testament to there certainly being no excuse for such violent abuse that we see on our streets and in our lives every day in Britain. I am sure, the saying, only the good die young' fits this young man so well. It is not what we leave behind, but how we are remembered, that really makes us immortal. Great work. I think I have read you before so time back, good to have found your muse again, Tai