Tommy

Coffin carried to strained alarm
the pipers song fills the isles
with sweet lament and sombre mood
under all the tears, loving smiles.

Many years since Tommy bade farewell
to Glasgow, his childhood home
for a green and pleasant land
England, to explore and roam.

Tommy left his homeland
but it never left his mind
whisky, Celtic, and all that
the Scotsman never left behind.

Tears of sadness filled the room
so many came to say goodbye
words of love we listened to
broken hearts yearn and sigh.

A fitting tribute to a true Scot
sons and grandsons take the strain
as they guide him down the isle
and the bagpipe strikes again.

Now he’s laid to rest in peace
with his dearest he so loved
no more pain, no more grief
joy and happiness greets above.

Even seventy nine years
is so short a life
but comfort fills the heart
knowing this is just the start.

Taken in God’s loving hands
nothing left of pain or fear
comfort will come to all
the ones that love so dear.

Goodbye to a great Scotsman
the king of the Mullen clan
separation isn’t so long
Until all unite again.