Stop All The Clocks

Today is a sad day. My friend, Alan Smart or just SMARTY has been found dead half way across the world in a hotel in Thailand. Alan was the funniest person i ever met. I have never laughed as much with anyone else. We spent many many countless hours playing snooker together over the years. I feel numb. I cant believe he's gone.

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves
,Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.