Absent Friends Salute
It’s at centre of the table
The drink to Absent Friend
Standing there untouched
Until the meeting’s end.
The first round tipped to it
In a solemn, silent salute
In the standing tradition
Of paying our tribute.
Some fell in action,
Some fell to the booze,
Some by their own hand,
Some you win, some you lose.
We don’t make any judgement,
Don’t ask any reason why,
Just thinking that, so easily,
Could have been you or I.
We each have our Absent Friend
And we drink to them one and all,
Just for that moment bring each
Back to mind in silent recall.
No matter how long the meeting
Each ends in the same way
With The Absent Friends Drink,
Untouched, being poured away
Copyright © Terry Ireland | Year Posted 2022
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