Troubled thoughts in endless motion
Swarm like traffic in commotion,
Give me neither rest nor respite.

My dear friend was like a brother,
Stauncher far than any other:
He was as my alter ego.

But, alas, he left the byways,
Hastened down the sweeping highways,
In his heart the seats of power.

My own path remains the narrow
Track through fen and over barrow
And my goal a waiting homestead.

Troubled thoughts in endless motion
Swarm like traffic in commotion;
My dear friend was like a brother.