They should be here

Greg would have loved this Darren would too
Plenty of places for bikes, planes and canoe
Each would have explored laughed and played around
Each would have marveled at natures boundless glories
Round the campfire at night they would have told tall stories
Stories of how great all life can be
Stories of adventures shared equally

But alas my boys can no longer roam
On this Earth with me or ever go home
Their lives are over when it should not be
Their lives are over and their souls set free
Such plans had we made. So much left to do
Such visions of future never to come true
Life goes on but not as it should
Life goes on I’d change it if only I could