A lost friend
Andrew, ever dashing, ever bold
Will never see your friends grow old.
Your mind as sharp as all the best
Now lies, eternally, at rest.
And we will never understand
Why it was the almighty’s hand
Took you with so much more to give
Left us alone on earth to grieve.
As the summer’s heat begins to fade
All nature’s work is soon decayed.
And though our mortal frames will ail
Your memory ought not ever pale
Your smile, your wit is what we knew you by
The mystery why you had to die.