He left us all at half-time
But there was nothing half-hearted about him
He was known by only half his name – Matt –
Though probably got ‘Halfpinted’ by rude folk
Or cheekier pupils…
He never had a ‘better half’
But Facebook showed he had half the world
Who called him friend.
His half a life left us wanting more.
It wasn’t enough; thirty-five is a poor half
of life’s allotted span.
But did we love him?
Not half…