Far from where he first looked on the bright lamp of day
In this far southern Land he may well stay
Until the reaper of lives from him claims the living breath
Each day we live brings us nearer to the day of our death
His strong Scottish accent with him does remain
A thing of the past that he does retain
As well as the memories that are fading fast
But then few things in life ever does seem to last
He often visits the grave of his daughter and wife
The day they died in a motor car accident the worst day of his life
His daughter in her late teens then his wife forty five
Many months of grieving he had to survive
But all of this happened twenty years ago
And that time can be a healer happens to be so.
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