He Died Too Soon

Life After Death

I miss my friend he died too soon
His friendship really was a boon
He couldn't sing or even croon
And sometimes acted like a goon

But no finer man was hewn
From flesh and bone under the moon
His voice was loud like a bassoon
His absence midnight at high noon

Heaven is for Real

His good works were all over strewn
His many friends a full platoon
His reputation was immune
To anything that might impugn

As we stood there that afternoon
I hoped he can now sing in tune
And heaven's choir has had a boon
I miss my friend he died too soon