Passing by death 
 
I saw so many flowers tied to a lamppost  
As I passed the north side of Trentham gate 
And I wondered who you were 
A brother a mother maybe even a lover 
Or simply somebody’s very best mate 
 
And I wondered how quickly you left this earth 
And how so easily it could have been me 
And for granted we take this thing called life 
And how so easily death sets itself free 
 
And I thought about the life you may have had 
And I wondered who you may have been 
Were you young or old – brave and bold? 
Were you bright and funny or a sight to be seen? 
 
And I was thinking about where you were now 
And I wondered if you knew about any of this 
And I was hoping that maybe you’re in Gods arms 
And that he was showering you with his love and his bliss 
 
NOTE:  
 
I recently found some comfort by reading a book by Bono (U2 Lead singer) where in discussing ones own mortality quoted someone as saying to know about life we must first understand death. Seeing how a lot of my life has been consumed with trying to understand death, I think in the main due to my mother dying when I was such a young age. So when reading Bono I thought maybe it’s not such a bad thing all this contemplating I do. 
 
Anyhow I am drifting from this particular thread which is to say I was driving home from a gig in Newcastle under Lyme one Sunday evening when I passed by some flowers tied to a post. I couldn’t help but think about the person involved. How tragic death can be that in an instant a life can be over with no time to say goodbye. No time to prepare for the end. I tried to picture that person and think what they were like. I wondered about their family and how desperately shocking it must be to lose someone in an instant. And I wondered if the person was aware of their own death. And where they were now.