John Paul was a boy of mischief, When he was just a young lad, But deep down he had a heart of gold, So he really wasn't that bad. Many ups and downs he had, From his young into teenage years, Some times just played some stupid pranks, And would have his mum in tears. Then he joined the army, A change so obvious to see, For he enjoyed this life so much, And was as happy as he could be. Then tragically his life was taken, At the young age of twenty one, No more sadly to see the rising, Or the setting of the sun. His mum and family quite distraught, As were his friends and families to, For this young life taken so suddenly, Seemed so unjust so cruel,but true. But we do go on in the spirit world, Free from suffering fear and pain, And more importantly you will see, The face of your loved one once again. So in a field of blood red poppies, We will think of him and say, This young life taken so tragically, Will be remembered with each passing day. By Aunt Patsy x.