In this moment of sadness In our hearts there is a hole But many glasses will be raised For a kind and generous soul His kindness knew no limits Endlessly making us think Always gracious and smiling “Would you like another drink?” He would walk around all tables At The Watchmaker’s Arms Selflessly chatting with everyone That place has many charms Not much left to say Just close our eyes and smile Remembering the good moments When he made us feel wortwhile Throughout this life We are made of flesh and bones But his spirit will live forever As well the memory of Gareth Jones