My Brother, Douglas, died last year,
An ordinary death.
One day he was alive and well,
The next day, we, bereft.
He had a tumour in his brain,
Increasingly malign.
Growing, spreading, swelling, squeezing,
Life in steep decline.
We never knew what pain he had
We never knew his fear,
What dread he had of the unknown.
The time of death drew near.
听Douglas died a peaceful death,
Asleep and in his bed.
He left his love of life to us
When all he was, had fled
His jogging days are over now
His golfing clubs lie still.
The Links are closed, The Bar is too,
The last round played,
Subscription paid.
