Pals Poem by Paul Warren

I remember a group of little ones
Playing in the sun having fun
Each one a mate and a cobber true
All having a say in what we'd do

We grew to care for each other specially
Inseparable together laughing so easily
Alan was the best sportsman
Playing football and cricket was at his command

As we grew we knew that life was good
Making our way together as mates should
Growing up we started to go our separate ways
But the bond was made for all our days

One day they found something was wrong
And Alan fought cancer so long and strong
Finally he passed on at eighteen
Then the group is missing one not again to be seen

We all have mates that come and go
As we go through life and its show
But there are only a few true mates
And we are at the call of life's fates.

© Paul Warren Poetry