A tribute ode to my brother Paul’s best friend
Who met a rather premature end
At his flat near Heathrow
Right now, my brother’s feeling low.
Martin Honeywell you were somewhat accident prone
I first met you in the 80’s at my parent’s home
You loved my late mother’s cooking. she filled up your plate.
Thanking her very much, every last morsel you ate
Mother said to Paul “your new found friend Martin….
has excellent manners.” “He can come round again”
And so a beautiful friendship started
My brother who felt proud to know you , is broken hearted
Even when Paul left Milton Keynes and moved to San Francisco
He would take his wife and kids to meet up with you in London, so
One of my most cherished possessions, a group photograph
Outside Wagamama we ate well and had a good laugh
In the end everything that lives also dies
From the smallest ant to a human being
Everyone that knew Martin Honeywell
Will be shattered by his passing……
Martin HoneyWell R.I.P