Michael Has Gone

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Oh how we miss our friends
who have gone.
We miss them now, we always will
but the memories still live on.

Sometimes it's right for the suffering
to leave
And we who are left here alone in confusion 
can only grieve.

My pal was forced into oblivion by mean gods
but is with me still
he laughs, listens, advises but never complains
about his being ill.

No engine he could not fix, nothing
he couldn't drive
sometimes his driving left me feeling quite
lucky to be alive!

Goodbye my friend, now at last
without pain,
I won't have a fifty year friendship quite
like ours again.

Oh how we miss those friends
who have gone.
We miss them now, we always shall but
the memories will live on.

Funeral - September 2010
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Published by Phil W Walter

Phillip Walter was born in 1944 in Harold Park, Essex. He served an apprenticeship in Engineering and in his subsequent career was a director of several companies in the plastics arena. He has travelled widely and lived in America. He is married with three children, has two dogs and now lives in Billericay.

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