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Gone
By
Roger Turner
Now it is that time of day,
When they would come strolling this way.
Always they’d pause, then take a seat,
Hoping that their friends they’d meet.
Most fine days they’d stop their walk,
Enjoying all their manly talk.
Football, racing, gardening too,
And all the things men like to do.
Then one day there were only three,
Who came for their chat while sitting on me.
They spoke about their departed friend,
Saying it was quick, right at the end.
After a while, three became two.
Their sadness clearly there in view.
It won’t be long, I heard one say,
Maybe tomorrow, or even today.
The two of them, still came to chat,
Talking about both this and that.
But alas, one said he felt ill,
He would have to go and take a pill.
The next day only one stopped bye,
And just looked up to the clear blue sky.
At least you are now totally pain free.
I’ll miss you friend, now there’s only me.
He never came to sit again,
Leaving me alone in wind and rain.
I wonder if he too has gone,
Back to mother earth, were we all came from.
