If the truth be told
Only half his heart was gold
The other half was steel
I wish the man they buried
Was at least a little real

It wasn’t his fault
So I’m not really sad
Because both his mum and dad
Were just a little mad

He was a little wounded
When he was a child
Too much time in the trenches
While they all went wild

I never saw them kiss
No one talks about this
Denial of the gloom
And the elephant in the room

Someone I never knew
Went into the ****** hearse
And the epitaph they wrote
Was for another person

Sean Hunt Jan 1st 2017