Pets Live On Ben My tribute to Ben, born, 25/4/1985 died 27/4/99. Ben you were so special to me, It broke my heart when I had to say goodbye to you, I will never ever forget you, I think about you every single day, wait for me at the bridge Jimbobs, Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead, Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now; put out every one: Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods: For nothing now can ever come to any good. W.H.Auden Lovingly Remembered by Pam Message Board Guest Book E-Mail Close window to return to Pets Live On <a type="audio/mid" href="/somedreamscometrue.mid"></a>