Ten yards from the church.

What a waste of a hearse.

One last taxi ride

For someone who had died.

A cold empty church.

First visited at birth.

Echoes a lost song.

From people all long gone.

Come back to my house

For ham and Famous Grouse.

A toast from the priest.

He would have been so pleased.

The Pub and the Church.

The result of any search.

But here in this house.

He loved me the Boro and Famous Grouse.