You would have been sixty today
I imagine that long strawberry blonde had turned to grey
Of course the baldness was very obvious
But it was not to be that hideous
What kind of old guy would you be?
Would you be mellow or crotchety?
The fact you are gone, it's just not fair
But you are better off over there
Tell dad and Ruby I said hi
At sixty two I'm getting by
I miss you all, as you might see
I've not yet met eternity
I'll play "Imagine" for you today
It was your song back in the day
We all miss you baby bro
But it was your time to go
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