Irish John

He will never more wear the shamrock on St Patrick's Day Or sing songs of his old homeland from here far away Far south of his first hometown his last remains lay Irish John was one who laughed at life of him one can say A great grandfather predeceased by his wife Linda by a few years The passing of Irish John did not go without tears Drunk or sober the same always happy and bright He is missed from the pub on a Saturday night A man who loved dancing and music and song Always happy to join in the pub sing along One who lived in the now never yearned for the past On his eighty fifth year of life he breathed his last One who could laugh at himself he never put anyone down He rests in peace far south of his first hometown.