Events (2)

My older brothers were in heaven a long time,
one run over, the other succumbed to lymph cancer,
now, the one run over still had white blonde hair,
seven years old, as the bus came he could only stare.

There was a mix here, some shunted to one side,
they voted for themselves even after they'd died;
no matter, the rest were decent, but not recent,
but fortunate, or maybe unfortunate, to be heaven sent.

My dad and I had a beer, yes - alcohol was here,
remember all those grapes hanging like a green tear,
so earthly became pearly, dad didn't drink beer down there,
this was what I called hospitality, no isolation to care.

So we all got on quite well but you never could tell,
there was always some prick who really belonged in hell.