The Grave
By Paul Vaughan
The grave it read Simon Bevan
Who died in nineteen eleven
To trace his life took time and skill
Where it began at his father’s mill
Simon left home at thirteen
In search of his future, he was so keen
To preach the good word and give all his love
To the people and for God above
Simon met all different kinds
Of people with their worry lines
He tried to give the best advice he knew
From where they sat in the pew
But then came the day that God went away
Who now would he obey
Simon turned to drink to ease the pain
Perhaps he thought he’s insane
Simon turned from drink to the pleasure of lust
A boy was born perhaps its just
A boy named Seth
Who he despised until his own death
The boy grew up all by himself
No one to love him or care for his health
People said that he was bad
Because of the father he never had
To trace his life took time and skill
Where it began at his fathers mill