This poem is in honour and joyful memory of Uncle Bill. He passed away on the first day of August 2017.
To the man of joy and steeple,
who entertained old people
with piano and song,
When we heard you’d gone,
it seemed wrong to put on
a face of tears.
For though death jeers,
it can’t steal your years
nor the smiles you brought.
No, we rest at the thought
that you have whom you sought,
where He is King.
Do we feel some sting?
It’s lost! So we’ll sing
in the cathedral.
Joe Spring writes 