I ATTENDED the funeral of the late Alan Davies, who was killed in a road accident on Watnall Road, Hucknall.
A poem that he wrote was read in church and touched my heart, as I’m sure it did the rest of the mourners.
I would like to share it with Dispatch readers. I’m sure the world would be a better place if we were all to think as he did.
My heartfelt feelings go out to his wife and children.
Why do we clamour, and want more and more?
Why have a conscience, and what is it for?
As we pass through life, decisions are made
And the weight on our conscience is the price to be paid.
To give is more rewarding, this you must learn’
You then become grateful for things that you earn.
So look around and help where you can,
Gain respect from your fellow man.
This will give you a feeling greater than any wealth,
To have a true heart, it will give you best health.
Then walk the path of the right and the good,
Show an example for those that should,
When evil smiles upon you, no envy will you feel,
Knowing their heart is weak, while yours is of steel.
Then at life’s end, when you leave mother earth,
You shall find out what your life is worth.
At this time, gold has no value, silver is nothing but scrap;
Those who pursued it with blood in their veins will fall in the devil’s trap.
(Name and address supplied).