Verses on the Death of Andrew Walsh
He was a kind and simple man
All he really had were his hands
If his hard work had paid his dues
He would not have worn out his shoes
If the universe lies on fate
He should be in a decent place
He wishes he had died at home
His fam’ly was his and his alone
If he was judged on heart and soul
His god would only charge him toll
Then again, it is still judgement day
So like the others he must pay
There were a few that called him friend
I hope someday we meet again
He and I are always brothers
There could never be another
He was the first and will be last
He’s the greatest part of my past.