An Ode to "My Owd"

Taken away from the game he did love,
I do hope they play cricket, in those skies above.

A friend to us all, no bitterness inside,
I've sat and wondered , I've prayed and cried.

How can we lose, one so young,
The life of Matthew, had just begun.

He would wind you up, he would laugh at your jokes,
He was every ones friend - just one of the blokes.

He'd got time for us all, and made us all smile,
I'll keep those memories, it makes my life worth while.

I thought he was silly, some say he was just daft,
But Matthew was clever and so full of craft.

I'd like to remember him, with that cheeky grin,
And that turn of phrase, "Hey-up my owd - where yo bin".

If there's a God, then take care of our lad,
Look at his averages, they ain't that bad.

Goodnight Matthew I'll catch up with you soon,
Please don't forget, your next match is starting at noon.

RIP Matthew.