Lost a good friend today Went through me like an x-ray She was just sixty-three Only a little older than me A brain bubbling with ideas Just like her friend, my wife Maria’s Once a beautiful university lecturer That is how we will remember her You hold the balance for a while Plodding on with grace and style But you know it ends in grief Life is fragile, delicate and brief Battling cancer is never fun We all thought she had won According to the clinician It was in remission But even the treatment takes its toll Weakening you to the very soul Left her without protection Defeated by a chest infection You hold the balance for a while Plodding on with grace and style But you know it ends in grief Life is fragile, delicate and brief She had real zest for life That Italian sense of style Loved the company of friends and family Loved the world and all its pageantry She had a beautiful daughter and baby grandchild A husband that loved her She had so much to live for You hold the balance for a while Plodding on with grace and style But you know it ends in grief Life is fragile, delicate and brief
