As I was awaking in the mornings beauty,
A thought came into my mind
Of a time long ago,
A time of such delight and happiness.
Each evening I would go up ‘the pub’,
There I would meet good friends,
We would chat and laugh,
Drink our pints,
Play darts and cards,
An evening full of fun.
But then occasionally on a Saturday night
The ‘singing beer’ would be served,
And Don would start it off,
His magnificent voice filling the bar.
We would all join in and sing our hearts out,
Singing all evening,
Drinking good beer
With the wonderful friends around me.
Such wonderful times of my younger days,
But not lost,
As they are saved in my memories
For me to bring back into my mind
And remember those wonderful times.
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- Comment from author about the poem: Memories of good times when I used to go up to the local pub every evening and enjoy good friends company. The song is one that Don used to sing and we joined in.
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Ah those heady younger days when life seemed so full of fun and promise and we made our own entertainment for free. A time made even more special if like yourself we had good friends to share it with. Beautiful words my friend. ☺🍻
They were so special now I look back at them. Thank you wh, much appreciated.
Andy
Good write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
Those were the days my friend - - and they never end in the memories they left - - a night with good friends brought its own tonic. A lovely read Andy and a very good number by Tom
Those certainly were the days my friend, such easy and wonderful times, lovingly remembered.
Thank you Fay.
Andy
It’s never too late to revisit the memory lanes
Cheers to those pictures you made
Beautiful lines my dear friend
No it is never too late spilleronsheet and those memories can bring so much happiness.
Andy
Like medals on our chest, our memories as we age are the reward for a life 'lived'...... a possession we can reach out and grasp, hold dearly and know, it is something which makes us who we are.
So very true d a, thank you.
Andy
Quite write too sir .. Not lost and neither are they forgotten ......... N
Thank you Neville, so true.
Andy
Ah memories - brings back mine.
Those memories can be so wonderful Michael.
Andy
Sounds like great times! An enjoyable read.
They were Rozina, thank you.
Andy
What's this? No singing from Orchi? You gave him the perfect opportunity to jump in and muck it up. He must not be well, but then, I guess we all knew that. 😉 Great write of yesterday fun Andy.
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