He passed away and no-one was surprised <br />Nor yet was there a dry eye in the lane <br />Both young and old had long since realised <br />He'd soon be gone and never seen again. <br />He'd had a long and happy, fulfilled life <br />Was popular and everybody's friend <br />Was idolised by many would=be wife <br />And knew the world was with him at the end. <br />And now his house stands empty and unlit <br />Yet everyone still feels his presence there <br />And by his old coal fire does he sit? <br />For whence the smoke that trickles through the air? <br />They saw him buried, heard his epitaph. <br />Yet still they pass and hear his echo laugh.<br /><br />Terry Donovan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnett-2/
