Out with a friend he’s not
seen for a while
They talk about times
from when a child
Reminiscing about the
old days
All they did and
in jest and play
Time they realise is
far too short
Years have flown by
in nets they’ve been caught
Like fish struggling
against the trap
They almost lost
what they had
But luckily they’re
still here
To tell the tale
over a beer
They talk about all
that’s come and gone
All the good things
and all the wrong
With promises to
keep in contact always
They shake hands and
part their ways
Old friends reacquainted
once again
These wily rascals
forever friends
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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