Bunty
‘BUNTY’
We didn't meet often, not often enough.
But you were there, when life got tough.
I knew just all I had to do.
Was to pick up the phone and chat to you.
You helped me through the last few years
A lot of sorrow, and many tears.
Life won't be the same again
Rest in peace Bunty, after so much pain.
Copyright © Pat Dring | Year Posted 2014
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