alex sarich

Rookie - 50 Points (9/9/51 / Swansea. Wales. UK)

Robert (Rocky) Bates - Poem by alex sarich

Where do we start, where do we stop
putting together divine words of sincerity
for a man of integrity, intelligent, witty,
admired by his peers, family and friends.

Our families came together on the
Sandfields Estate late fifties early sixties,
though from different backgrounds,
we bonded instantly in childhood
and were known as Rocky, Ti, Jolly, and Pixie.

The history of our childhood became a template
toward the development of our adulthood
and through our childhood bonding
it became apparent
who we are today.

There is no manual on the shelves,
to show how we should proceed
but we knew how to treat each other.
That is a rare commodity in how to
navigate friendship unconditionally.

Nov 2012


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Robert Bates is a childhood friend of mine and has an incurable illness, I wanted to pen this poem for my dear friend.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 19, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 15, 2013


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