Perched on his knee
a time of glee
we were going to play horsey
jumping up and down
always acting the clown
he made me giddy with joy
my uncle, a big strapping boy

My memories are distant
I wrack my brain, torment
trying to think when we stopped visiting
parents busy, his life not permitting

He went down a wrong track
couldn't find his way back
alcohol ruled him, so I'm told
he still young, but his body old
he died at thirtythree
alone unfortunately
I'll always remember him with a smile
he was my role model for a long while