He's Gone, So's the Beer

Sitting by the fire
Of his funeral pyre
I start to wonder
About days of yonder

In love with the broken
Dripping honesty
Frank and earnest
Ne’er the one to complain

Money matters mattered not
Hunger, often, but not so much a concern
A dreamer, despite the nightmares
Living with the highs, despite the lows

Sitting by the fire
Of his funeral pyre
The beer is all but over
He would’ve liked it like this

Image by Jan Bieler from Pixabay