Once a precisely lawn was cut
Lonely uncle, left in a rut
Grass grows high, as he hits new lows
But you’re not here, and so it goes

Images of that yellow chair
Where you would be, but now aren’t there
Sitting where you sat, I repose
But you’re not here, and so it goes

Orphaned belatedly in life
One does not expect pain and strife
Lacking love a parent bestows
But you’re not here, and so it goes

With you all, I shall juxtapose
No doors open, one last box to close
Upon this earth shall lay a rose
But you’re not here, and so it goes