Passing On
Another old friend has passed on,
May he rest whereever he's gone.
Once you're a year above eighty
thoughts of life's transience are weighty.
but here were good times to think upon.
Old friends, I'll see you anon.
Copyright © Julian Scutts | Year Posted 2022
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