A Poem For a Friend
EVERY DAY THAT GOES BY
I ALWAYS QUESTION MYSELF WHY
THAT LIFE HAS TO BE SO UNFAIR
WHEN I WALK IN THE HOUSE AND YOU`RE NOT THERE
GROWING UP OVER THE BORDER A FAMILY OF FIVE
I STILL CAN`T BELIEVE DAD THAT YOU ARN`T ALIVE
YOU AND VERY CLOSE MATE GEORGE BROWN
IN THE GLASS BARRELL OR A PUB IN THE TOWN
AND EVERYONE THAT YOU DID KNOW
SAY THERE`S JOE AND GEORGE FROM THE MUPPET SHOW
YOU LOVED GOING OUT AND PLAYING POOL DOUBLES
A NICE FEW PINTS AND HOME.... NO TROUBLES
DAD IT WILL BE SO HARD FOR ME
TO FULlFIL YOUR WISHES, YOUR ASHES AT SEA.
WROTE FOR A FRIEND WHO`S FATHERS MEMORIAL IS COMING UP
Copyright © Paul Beadnall | Year Posted 2011
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