As I think back on twenty years
I feel the absence of a measure
To weigh me up, to balance me out
So I probably got away with some things
There came a time I needed to shave
I bought a cheap razor that I didn't know
how to use
There was an electric
shaver in his left-behind debris
So
that's the way I went
His passing was not terrible because of missed opportunities
The tragedy was that someone who had done so much could do no more
But there is the measure Time flows like a river, he never let it pass him by.
P.J. McAndrew June 2, 1947 - November 14, 1991.