Tony. R.I.P.

If the world has not changed
Why were there two dawns to-day?
One so bright the other grey
One of hope, one of dismay.
Bursting light and slated gloom
Competed to fill that final room
Where mourners - silent-held in grief
Sought the comfort of belief.
Solace loitered but love was there
Searching for that shining star
Amongst the brightest in the sky by far
That cast on souls a special light
Gifting hearts a warming glow
And chasing that dark dawn away.