Self obituary...
Here lies the body of my good friend P.H.Rose,
who lived life for Words, family and opening closed doors.
His start wasn\'t easy, early years no love learned,
Violence and abuse, lessons of youth, those years burned.
As he grew up to middle age , everything stayed the same,
The path always darkened as he walked down that lane.
when everything seemed lost, no escape from his mire,
The love of a young one, re lite his life\'s fire
That dark fog rescinded, the sun shone down through,
Everything became clear, for this boy, hope then grew.
Where once those dark voices, controlled all his acts,
He then used words of poetry, and of loving paybacks.
For the remainder of his years, till the day he passed on,
Only love and understanding would be the words of his song.
Rest in everlasting peace...