You overcame vicissitudes, you showed them what was what.
You weren’t the best, you weren’t the worst, I knew you, thanks a lot.
You gave a laugh, you raised a laugh, sometimes at yourself.
We did not know to laugh or cry when you came off the shelf.
You certainly could play guitar, you sang sometimes, a note.
You added gaiety and joy, your life you never wrote.
Your obituary sings high praise.
It leaves out laughter, happy days.
7th June, 2016