He was not really special 

Just an ordinary guy 

I guess you’d call him

A regular 

Joe 

 

An ex-army man

He took everything in his stride

He was a positive guy

He was happy to help: He rarely said 

No

 

Throughout his life 

He took it all on the chin

When things were hard he worked his way through 

He never asked why

He was easy going: he’d go with the

Flow 

 

He married and had kids

And spent his life in a council house

He paid his rent and took holidays in Rhyl

Every Sunday he took the dog for a walk

Even in the

Snow

 

So that’s pretty much it

His life came to an end

One day in November

And now he lies in a cemetery

Where the headstones are lined in a

Row