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 moreBut 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.