Our Gav <br /> <br />Gavin Robinson is pronounced dead’ <br />How can you get this in ones head? <br />He was a still a boy, a Jack the lad’ <br />Always charming never bad’ <br />Taken from us by violent abuse’ <br />In this day there’s no excuse’ <br />I am saddened, degraded, angered and wild’ <br />Who could do this to a meek and mannered? Child. <br /> <br />Gavin was Thoughtful full of life’ <br />Went through life not causing strife’ <br />Brining sunshine on a gloomy day’ <br />Smiling, happy that was his way’ <br />Laid back, quiet with no cares’ <br />Alway’s around when need there’ <br />To help and comfort those in plight’ <br />Anytime of day or night’ <br />Gav would be there to see you through’ <br />Supportive, helpful just for you. <br /> <br />We will remember Gavin with aching heart’ <br />The memory of him will never part’ <br />He will be with us all when we meet’ <br />In the pub or on the street’ <br />He walked his path through all he knew’ <br />Touching our lives as he grew’ <br />From being a child, teenager then man’ <br />Being there as only he can’ <br />He will be with us all even though he’s gone’ <br />His memory lives with us. On and On. <br /> <br />Taxipoet<br /><br />taxi poet<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-gav/
