Singing In The Bar.

Goldfinch60



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.

 

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 29th, 2021 01:45
  • 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.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 37
  • Users favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet
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  • woundedheart

    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. ☺🍻

    • Goldfinch60

      They were so special now I look back at them. Thank you wh, much appreciated.

      Andy

    • orchidee

      Good write Gold.

    • Fay Slimm.

      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

      • Goldfinch60

        Those certainly were the days my friend, such easy and wonderful times, lovingly remembered.

        Thank you Fay.

        Andy

      • spilleronsheet

        It’s never too late to revisit the memory lanes
        Cheers to those pictures you made
        Beautiful lines my dear friend

        • Goldfinch60

          No it is never too late spilleronsheet and those memories can bring so much happiness.

          Andy

        • dusk arising

          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.

          • Goldfinch60

            So very true d a, thank you.

            Andy

          • Neville


            Quite write too sir .. Not lost and neither are they forgotten ......... N

            • Goldfinch60

              Thank you Neville, so true.

              Andy

            • Michael Edwards

              Ah memories - brings back mine.

              • Goldfinch60

                Those memories can be so wonderful Michael.

                Andy

              • Rozina

                Sounds like great times! An enjoyable read.

                • Goldfinch60

                  They were Rozina, thank you.

                  Andy

                • Accidental Poet

                  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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