after having six beers
sit i here in tears
a broken old man
from times of yore
ill do what i can
with the lore
lonely am i from days past
my loved ones ill find
ill be with them at last
follow that road
like in kind
i know ill not be
left behind
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Author:
onepauly (
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- Comment from author about the poem: thinking about old friends gone in ages past.
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments3
Those old friends will still be with you as you remember them through your life.
thanks gf.
thank you for your comment.
A well rhymed lament on the loss of old friends - it goes with the flow of life to its end Pauly - - thanks for sharing it.
you are welcome, fay
One of the dilemmas we face as we grow older - fine work.
sad isn't it.
not crocodile tears.
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