Taming the Pain
Take Him Home
He must not die alone
to me he would always be the music man
the lead trumpeter of the one-man band.
The music live on within his soul
he sang the blues for ninety years
Oh how he found his "Thrilled on Blueberry Hill"
without shedding tears , he whistles his favourite tune.
The fresh cut smell of the Mahogany tree
still lingered on from childhood images;
as a young girl watch the fallen branches
hit the ground with a loud sound.
A poor man chopped wood
for his family to have a meal
the best wood fire meals indeed
As he lay dying with dignity
an old man wish was granted
far away from home;
however, not alone,
Taming his pain he said "Lord I lifted my soul
Let me not be ashamed,
The mysterious Cracker
A poor chauffeur and a shirr cropper
Surrender peacefully and closes his eyes
The honorary Granville W.C