He is no longer with us, he has passed beyond our powers
His soft, firm voice will not be heard in places we call ours,
He brooked no fuss when times were tough but with a simple smile
Ignored his pain as beneath disdain joined us for another while.
We shall not seek in the shadows for the friend who’s passed away,
We shall not walk the darkened streets where gloomy thoughts hold sway,
We’ll remember him for his quiet grin and the warmth of his gentle laugh,
As he told his tales of the land of his birth and the war and its aftermath.
Let sadness have its moment while we feel the loss of our friend,
Let the memories flow freely, let the tales our grief transcend,
Though he’s far beyond the twilight in the lingering dark of night
Our tales may be the beacon that guides him home tonight.