I have known them,
Known them for a long time.
They came to the coffee house,
The coffee house I went to,
Went to several times a week.
There they were
Sitting in the window
Drinking their coffee,
I used to greet them
As I saw them regularly.
We had the odd chat
On the way to get my coffee,
And would I sit at another table.
Then Mary and I became one
And we both went for coffee.
We then started to sit with them,
Sit with these two men
And talk and laugh together.
Talk of many things
Both humorous and serious.
So every time we go now
We sit with them,
Sit with Alex and Reg.
And the way I see them now
Is not as acquaintances,
But as friends,
As very good friends.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Having met these two men in the coffee house we have become good friends.
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Comments7
Great friends are hard to come by, and this meeting was meant to be. 😉👍
It certainly was AP, thank you.
Andy
It's wonderful how we go from strangers to friends and don't remember a thing about how it started.
Amazing poem Goldfinch60
Thank you Meera, much appreciated.
Andy
A fine write Gold.
Thank you Orchi.
A scene from lock stock and two smoking barrels no doubt, 🤣 ah Alex, Reg and Andy. One thing you never fail to do dear Andy is keep the fun in your life and the very best wishes for that. 🌹
I do hope you are right Teddy and that fun will always be there, I am sure that it will be.
Andy
Excellent work.
Thank you Thomas.
Andy
A lovely story of simple joys of meeting friends.An enjoyable poem.
Most kind David, thank you.
Andy
A fine write. You paint the picture so well.
Most kind Tom, thank you.
Andy
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