Forever Twenty Two

He was only twenty two,
When the Lord called him home;
Forever to live in memory...
Yet, never more to roam.

It's like the clock stopped ticking.
Time was standing still.
He'll be forever twenty tow,
No life left to fulfill.

I have some special memories
Of when he was ten and twenty.
But memories of growing old,
I guess I'll never have any.

My heart cries loud, inside.
It says that I miss you.
Yet, I know You'll always be 
Forever twenty two.

In Memory of my Brother, Butch

Copyright By Claytia Doran
texastornado@mcecwb.net