So long Frank my dad will miss you, me too!
84 years is a good run of change, I've often asked you what stayed the same and the things you found different.
As time waved it's wand of progress and aimed for better things there you were contented in the snug of your favourite labour club you let all things wash over your spirit with humour and one day I too hope to be there.
Farewell my friend may the greatest ride not be an end to the friendship you met with a wry comment and an open heart. You still have art, unless God is a philistine. Frank I'm glad to say you were a friend of mine.
Covid was the cruelest blow to your lifestyle of pleasures retired, mired in the isolation of lonely houses.
I can't be at your graveside but I revere the good to times I can bring to mind.
Farewell my friend
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Author:
RDS (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Sadly, I learnt last night that a friend in the North caught covid and died at the weekend. This is an ode to him and the memories he leaves us.
- Category: Friendship
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A sensitive tribute RDS.
Sad but well done.
Wow I have goosebumps, such a genuine gentle flow. Perfect tribute to how me have you spirit in your life, made me think of many I miss... Sadly even school friends!
Thank you for sharing
Much peace and respect
Superb tribute RDS, he will always be with you.
Andy
'Covid was the cruelest blow to your lifestyle of pleasures retired, mired in the isolation of lonely houses.
I can't be at your graveside but I revere the good to times I can bring to mind.
Farewell my friend'
sorry for your loss, but what a wonderful dedication you have penned,
thanks for sharing
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