In Loving Memory Of Angelo Dharmendra Navaratnarajah's 1st Year Remembrance.

I cannot say and I will not say
That he is dead, he is just away.
With a cheery smile and a wave of hand
He has wandered into an unknown land;
And left us dreaming how very fair
Its needs must be, since he lingers there.
And you — oh you, who the wildest yearn
 From the old-time step and the glad return —
Think of him faring on, as dear
 In the love of there, as the love of here
Think of him still the same way, I say;
He is not dead, he is just away.