Our son has gone to reunite with his wife, she left us not long ago,
She left in haste without saying goodbye.
She was young and unaged lovely to behold.
She was unwell stricken by the rough rod of life.
She journeyed in sorrow to the white Lords,
The ones who have communed with all knowledge,
To know the answer to all pains.
She left to meet.
He saw her leaving and bade farewell,
Awaiting her return in wholesomeness of being having healed.
The day came, strange with Eerie note, it was a day of despair and desolation,
A day of misery and the depth of sorrow,
A day of dirge and elegy.
Our wife has come home,
The love of our son has returned.
She came a different being motionless,
Borne on the shoulders of men in black.
The wife of our son has come a heroine,
She has come on a different tone.
She was his girlfriend, the girl of his youth.
The mother of his children.
The only true joy he has ever known.
We saw son our son’s life leaving him,
Our son who was our source of joy,
A leader in the game of men in nations,
A legend whose kick and lead has brought us victories by him we won trophies.
Our own son has left us in sorrow to reunite with his wife.
The lady of his youth, the Love of his life.
Our son has chosen the hand of his love from the world beyond,
Leaving behind careless his innocent children, the very fruit of his Union.
Our son has left us in pain and sorrow,
He left us a legend, a hero,
Our son has gone the way of his wife.
Our son has gone home!
THE BIG BOSS HAS GONE HOME!
I am a member of the WRR editorial team.