Picture courtesy of campushealth.unc.edu By the sea he should be today
A friend he wished to see and with play
But fickle fate intervened
And left them all in disbelief
Taken was one they loved
Gone to the sky, to the great pub
Where he’ll be with those gone before
But left as he emotions raw
Now those left behind walk in shock
Gone is their quiet rock
Sorrow runs waterfalls deep inside
Are there any more tears to cry?
The memory of him is strong in the mind
And of his last deeds of which were kind
Why though did he have to go?
It has dealt them all an awful blow
But onwards they must struggle
So many emotions do they juggle
This man gone but within their hearts he stays
Broken souls now but healed soon one day
For my Stepdad Bob 08 August 1946 – 23 March 2016
May he be drinking the best pint in the greatest pub in heaven
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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