Ant Smith

All poems

R.I.P

Now if there ever was a time, to celebrate a life
Then for never be the time for a good man’s dream to die

Don’t say I’m A Kind A special
Don’t limit-cripple your own self
Don’t call me extraordinary
Don’t let your duty’s death bell toll
Don’t venerate me or exalt me
I’m not your road to hell
Don’t strip from me my very glory
That was strongest when my body fell
Remember me for being a man
And then be one your bloody self

Now if there ever was a time, to celebrate a life
It’s in the hope, and living breath, of them that yet survive