Dave O'sullivan - Poem by Nick Jordan.
I had an old school mate
Who chose a different path,
But back in our schooldays
He was a great laugh,
Getting up to mischief,
Never paying any attention,
Always on report
Or serving a detention,
Now that we're both older,
We've both gone our separate ways,
But I'd give my arm and shoulder
To bring back those great old days,
I heard the other day though
He's not too well just now,
I'd love to pop and see him
But it seems so wrong somehow,
He'd think it's just because he's Ill
That I've gone to go and see him,
Of course you know that's not the case,
It's just (selfishly) it might be grim?
I didn't go to see my friend
To chat and reminisce,
I know though if I had have done,
We would've sat and took the piss,
We would've talked and talked
As if there were no distance between us
Like old friends always do,
I should have gone to see him,
But I didn't have a clue,
When I was told he wasn't well
I thought that he'd be fine,
But he died last night
He was only twenty nine.
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