I cannot find a place to stay:
Few words come for me to pray.
All I know is: ‘He was true’
And all of us we knew
A kind and caring man
Who made a careful plan:
‘I’ll make a life for those I love
And treat them with kid gloves.
I’ll protect them all I can.
For that’s what makes me a man.
But in this my final act
I’ve faced up to the fact
That the plan I carefully laid
Seems worthless and unmade.’
So as we all in our own way grieve
Dealing with facts we cannot believe
There is but one absolute truth:
He touched us all, but not aloof.
His legacy is clear for all to see
They are sitting here right next to me.
David Scanlon – England – (1963 - )
Scanlon. D (2018) Poetry for Business : Continuing Conversations. The Foolish Poet Press, Wilmslow, England. TREAT US ALL WITH KID GLOVES. Page Number 39.