Confirmed

His house
As empty now as on that day
I helped him move
As the century closed.

And now
With prized possessions binned
A bonfire made of furniture
We toast his memory.

I see
The good we had now worth it.
Times lived, hard times
As the century closed.

My brother
Was always closer and it shows.
I let him boss me about
These final days.

Hark now
Feel the works of God
Tremble beneath the weight.
And burn ever brightly