My Mate
Do you remember him and how he was
With no need for apology in his cause
There is nothing better than a beer with a mate
Such a cheery thing to contemplate
The hours just laughing with no grief
That life was good with no care or contrary belief
But what is there now but sadness straight
For to lose a mate is hard to contemplate.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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