Dwain Stillion
1957-2008
In Memory of My Nephew
Oh So Young
A loner you were
Just like your dad
Doing your thing
Out being bad
Running all about
Enjoying your time
Or staying by yourself
Never seem to mind
Off to the Navy
Protecting everyone
Riding the waves
Getting the job done
Hurting your back
Didn’t make you pout
Nothing holding you down
Still moving about
Losing your dad
Broke your heart
Never the same
After he had to part
Then came your turn
It was your time
Way too soon
For End of Bill’s line